Hope(?)
I try so fucking hard
to hold onto hope.
When everything is
slipping out of my grasp,
And it feels like my world is
drowning in ink.
I try too fucking hard
to hold onto hope.
Watching it slip through
my fingers like sand.
I don't want to
anymore
It takes too much energy.
I'm tired.
There's little changes
But they slip from
my grasp
like a cloud
or drops of water.
They never stay.
How do you make them stay?
Do you have to be liquid too?
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world