On Losing Hope by Jill Talbot

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Illustration by Arushi Gupta Illustration by Arushi Gupta

Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a better past.
– Anne Lamott

If Hope were a guest I would lock her in a cellar.

If Hope were a movie I would not eat the popcorn.

If I saw Hope on a sidewalk, half broken, I would keep on driving.

If Hope knew the real me she would run screaming.

If Hope were a digestive biscuit she would be full of animal fat.

If Hope attended your wedding you can be sure you’ll end in divorce.

If Hope were sitting here I would tell her I want her back.

If Hope saw me naked she would say, We’ve got work to do.

If Hope found this poem she would burn it.

If Hope were a bartender everything would be on the house.

If Hope were a fruit she would be an apple.

I lost…

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 9, 2017, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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