Not too sure what this falls under...actually, I never see to know what my poems fall under... They're all pretty out there. (and yes, the title is kind of based off of Pope Benedict's saying: The One Who Has Hope Lives Differently.)
The One Who Has Hope
That girl in the hallway;
She seems fine enough.
But her bitter laugh,
her long silences,
betray her.
She's gone through more
than you know.
She's seen and heard
what no one should.
The cruelties of the world
are no strangers to her;
She welcomes them with cool
familiarity.
She's been on that roller coaster ride:
Defying gravity one minute,
Flying high,
above the world.
Plummeting towards the ground
the next.
She gains momentum,
but she loses
everything.
When she hits,
She hits
hard.
She pretends she's alright,
but she's hiding
the scared, bitter girl,
Jaded from cruelty and beauty
mingled together.
She holds her head up,
but her shoulders still sag
from the weight of the world.
She knows this is life:
There is always cruelty.
There is always injustice.
No wining,
No complaining,
No 'dreaming'
can change that.
But what she does not know,
is that there is hope.
You can choose to have hope
and you can choose to have love.
You won't see a rainbow
If you're too busy
worrying about the storm.
She believes there is no hope,
that this is how it is,
and will always be.
And so,
She has reaped
what she has
sown.
~~~~~
I know, it's a bit harsh at the end, but i kinda like the harshness of it. I know, I'm evil. This was kind of a mishmashing of ideas, they all bombarded me at once, and i wasn't sure how to do it. As usual, I wrote this Algebra 2 (don't worry, I have a 101 in that class) At first, I thought I'd make the reader feel sorry for 'The Girl', but it kinda twisted of it's own accord.
Well, please please please PLEASE review, I love feedback, good and bad. Just rip it apart.
Oh, and I have a love affair with commas. I'm on a twelve step prog, so be paitent.
Thank You!!
~Jenni~
