Hope is On a Flight

I would never give up hope,

that just truly isn’t me in my being.

I’ll fight till i’m bleeding,

battered and bruised,

my soul crushed and my heart

shattered.

I would never let go of something,

or someone, I loved with my whole being.

but what if the fighting is eating me alive?

I feel like i’m being burned at the stake

for sins I did not commit.

I feel the ocean in my stomach,

tsunamis of anxiety every day.

My tears are acidic when I cry and

burn holes in my sleeves as I cry myself

to sleep.

I would never give up hope,

even when hope has packed its bags

and gave up on me.

I wait in the airport waiting for hope

to come back.

Even if it already got off at the next airport.