Let me hear you

To hear again her voice
tower carillon over blue covered miles
And though fear from unknown creeps
my heart leaps, skips beats

And in her words
her sun-ray warmth beamed
bathed and melted
pouring over her
like molten chocolate
all that is me

To hear her voice again.

A Rapier

Rapier
slender,
steely, swiftly
plunged deeply
where no one had touched, to its hilt you thrust,
embedded...
and then,
silently, without a whisper, finishing the deed,
withdrew the dripping blade
And left me to hemorrhage
our tourniquet friends to mend

Nothing

Tossed.
Trash.
Waste.
Rubble.
Mistake.
Worthless.

Nothing.

Never.

Shards

Shards of glass
shattered long ago
Lie upon my floor
Most swept-up
...all but the smallest
Yet a daily
stray cuts me
And again I bleed

and yet, not to discard
I pick them up, the shards
and though not a cup they make
piece them together,
time's glue holding
and the sun shining through a window next
refracts and throws a rainbow.

Hope vs. Acceptance

hope

  [hohp]  Show IPA noun, verb, hoped, hop·ing.

noun

1.

the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope.

(www.dictionary.com)

Hope is a juxtaposition.  In one way it pulls us, creates an air of promise that will get us over hurdles and around obstacles. In another vein, hope sets-up expectations...and expectations are never good because events and people can never be controlled and are constantly changing. So, I'm learning, through tough life lessons, to constrain hope to only those things that are within me and letting everything else fall or fly where they may.

Acceptance, is not a juxtaposition, it is singular and controlled solely within ourselves.  And while not the polar opposite of hope, acceptance carries with it peace. I'm getting better at accepting people, not hoping for or expecting people. Not that there are a lot that I've accepted - just a few people I let close-in, whom I've accepted with no limitations.  There's an enormous amount of freedom in that choice.  You see, no matter whether or not my expectations get "out of whack"...which they do from time to time, I always come back to the knowledge of who this and that person is to me. That choice does not change.

So hope is good...but acceptance is better.