Hope
#1 of Poems
I'm not sure if they plan on adding a section for this later on, but for now, I'll post it here. This is going to become my section for poetry. I highly doubt anything smutty will ever be posted in here, so if that's what you're looking for, try something else..or take a couple minutes to read the poem and comment on it, if you want.
What's it take to convince a friend
That life is not a mountain
One must struggle to climb up
When does the realization hit
That control is just within your grasp
If only you saw beyond the blackness
Why does life always seem to have the power
That it decides and chooses your future
Leaving you as simply the passenger hoping your seatbelt holds
Who must come along to open up their eyes
Even when the one they try to save says they're blind
While they hold their eyelids shut as tight as they can
Where can one truly go to accomplish their dreams
If they believe wholeheartedly
They are incapable of moving forwards without moving further backwards
How does one overcome the pain of the past
A past they feel is so overwhelming and so pressing
That they believe it will forever dictate their future
Many problems arise from the pit
Always questioning
Always judging
Always so convincingly strong
Those same problems grow louder
Always pressing
Always coercive
Always deceiving
They grow so loud; they enter into your head
Always critical
Always degrading
Always so damned relentless
There has to be a way out
Has to be some key to a better tomorrow
Has to be some way to make life better
The truth is that there is a way
There always has been, but in the blackness
It's so hard to see
The key is hope
Hope embraces the thought
The belief that tomorrow will be better
That good times will come again if only you hold on
Hope is what drives the wife to wake up in the morning
Dress the kids and believe that her husband will come back
From his deployment to war safe and healthy
Without hope, there is no passion
Without passion, there is no desire
Without desire, there is no motivation
Without motivation, there is no progress
Without progress, there is nothing to look forward to
Thus is the sewer that depression lives in
Thrives in, loves and grabs ahold of
Mindlessly latching on to whomever follows it down
Refusing to let go
But hope can always be grabbed ahold of anywhere
An intangible thought that begs to enhance one's life
It may come in a friend, an event, or from your own mind's will to carry on
Wherever it may come from, and whatever shape it may take
When problems arise and the questions in our head ask why
However we come to the conclusion, the who we all look for will always be
Hope