Hopeful Poem by Delilah Miller

So this is my first free write of my Creative Writing class. And I know it's crazy verse that doesn't make sense; it was originally just straight prose that I cut up. But the feeling was like furiously writing down a poem and having it make perfect sense. I like it, so here it is:

Hopeful for everything I've ever wanted.
Hopeful that vulnerability will stay away.
Will it be long enough to write what I want to say?

Hope is there above fear,
above noncompliance,
above insecurity, and blazing through competition and defiance.

My heart is going to shatter
with all this hope that I'm drinking from her voice.
Always I've been a pessimist with an optimistic soul.
Let it go!
Let me out!
Let it shine!

Because hope is a deep brilliance that no can see;
I wanted to keep it a secret, but I can't.

This must be the joy that Neruda felt
when he saw his socks, or salt or books and penned his odes.
This is the joy that Lazarus felt
when he opened his eyes again to sunshine and a friend's face.
This is the hope in re-birth.
Good karma will come back to me in rich love.

I am brimming full of hopeful.
I'll wake up to bright, dormant Hope sleeping next to me.
I'll wrap myself in its blanket, warm and secure.