Hope sounds so nice,
so completely harmless,
such a sunny way
to deal with disappointment
and distract from pain.
What nobody tells you, though,
is how hope can really fuck
things up, how closely hope
is related to despair, how ‘trust’
is a much better alternative
because there is no letting go
with hope, only clinging
to a narrow ledge that reality
can and will crumble,
leaving you bruised
and empty handed.
But with trust,
you empty your hands
at the beginning, freeing them
to reach out and touch
any and all possibilities
reality sends your way.