Hopeful Not Hopeless Poem by Susan Lacovara

Even mountains wear down
By the beating of year unto year
Life and it's circumstances
Sandblasting
Til problematic pebbles pile high
We are weathered
Windblown in a thousand directions
Littered leaves
Crumpled and clutteed in corners
Of alleyways we never thought to travel
Shreds of ourselves strewn about
In broken down basement thoughts
Of survival of the fittest
And frightened by the frenzy
Of finding a familiar formula
To concoct a cocktail of cohesiveness
Providing the potion
That pours out promise and purpose
A remedy for rebuilding the realization
That all is not hopeless but hopeful