triangles

i believed in hope
like how my nephew believes in Santa Claus
because every Christmas he sees hundreds of them
granting him wishes
and it looks so real

it looked so real.

i used to stand on top of mountains and
claim the sky my own
loving how the wind would
pull my hair back
off of my face
an unnecessary annoyance
i could live without

if only i knew winds could
flip directions.

i believed in hope because
it was sickeningly tempting
to be able to freeze my brain away from
'what if's and
subconscious warnings i give myself

but it was foreseen that my nephew would
one night wake up and see his parents
around the Christmas tree
trying not to wake him up from his
naive reveries.

but sometimes things are so wrong they are
hard to resist.