Hope is fading…
Hope should be a bird, an amazing sunrise, all about youth, innocence and bravery
Yet, for me, the dream was but a dream that turned into a nightmare dashing all faith and trust once held
The desire that once was, has been rendered useless; yet clings to possibilities
The mind calls emotion pathetic, while the heart still believes in a future
Confidence has surrendered all, and decays into the night
As hope wanes, the enemy becomes more inspired and therefore almost visible
The decline of the self, of feeling worthwhile, discolors the soul and it shrivels
The goal was too large, the mind scolds the heart. Too much esteem was given to you to acquire the emotional result. Instead, you diminished the soul into the eternal darkness! The heart’s credibility has failed, and we should never trust it again.
The dream was a chance, a leap of faith, but one worth taking! Even if the end result was failure, the experience is still worthwhile. How many a soul can breathe an ounce of that fire?! Not many. To have been one of the lucky or chosen few is a lifelong accomplishment that, even still, should be enjoyed…and could too! As long as the mind doesn’t betray the soul! There is still light here if all work together to reach it.
Meanwhile, the soul has deemed itself incompetent as the mind says and grateful as the heart says
A glimmer of fight remains, but a faint hope that the promises made would be kept, wreak of desperation
Mind and Heart are still at battle
Mind intent on destruction of the heart that will invariably lead to damage of the soul
Heart, knowing this, has resigned to feeling inferior yet intent on salvaging a dim fragment of the hope that once was in order to protect the soul
In the midst of battle, they create a brainchild, Impulsivity, who outpaces and outwits them in order to wreak havoc on the soul
The child is born of its parents’ desperation and craves and demands the complete attention of each of them
Impulsivity is a wild child that enters when the soul has all but vanished and died
Whims of extravagance and extremes abound
Impulsivity compulsively mocks and swindles its parents into submission with its indifferent attitude for any sort of consequences
Tormenting them for each of their guilty actions and mortifies them with its risk taking
Offers no regard and expects preferential treatment
Raging with pure emotion impulsivity acts recklessly giving into tempestuous situations
Desires rule and consequences aim for the original sin.
The cycle must end
Consequences and grief wrack the soul into a second mourning for the original sin
Darkness abounds and soaks up the last flickers of hope wrapping the soul into a cocoon that will last some days….
Until…. new inspiration is found, in a dream, a goal, a wish or desire…
AS PUBLISHED by Not a Type Magazine