Hope

Hope is the one that makes me fall

The thought things might not hit the invisible built up wall

Hope is like a colour I’ve forgotten exists

That sweeps like a halo above my words 

At the end of fingertips 

And sarcastic quips 

I function without hope 

I eat, I sleep, I laugh without hope

But when hope whistles through leaves and across tightened chests 

The world sings 

The clouds breathe 

Unintentional euphoria 

Electric eyelids 

Cry out in relief 

That there is something beyond 

Myself 

Cells full of hope 

Tectonic hope

Glorious hope

At the base of every pour 

In the crook of every neck 

In the fist of every hand 

Hope 

Silent 

Cosmic 

Unflinching