When Hope Begins to Sink

Written for:  Friday Writings #35 - Hope

"Think about hope and what the word brings up for you."

If you dare to dream
you must have hope.
I find myself trying
to stifle dreams
because I feel 
they are no longer
possible.  This tells
me that I am without
hope.  That scares me.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to When Hope Begins to Sink

  1. Helen says:

    The impossible dream, dare to dream it, my Poet Friend ……


  2. Kestril Trueseeker says:

    The times don’t lend themselves well to hope. It feels like a radical act.


  3. I think you have given voice to what many of us are feeling now.


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