Hope- poem 3 of 10 in 'Letters of Affliction'

I slip on despair,
How easily contained.
A polished deja vu,
We share a kinship.

I found peace in my reconciled misery,
After all, I was raised immune.
My companion comforted me,
As words spelled a muted tongue.

The calamitous remedy,
The regimen of anguish.
More arduous than despair,
Torrential hope.

It infiltrated my intellect.
Flowing from my mouth,
The only symptom,
Hopeful lies.

My brain floated to the top of the cage.
My heart overworked from endless percussion.
My spine is a column crushed by the gravity.
My uterus is a scale weighing despair to hope.


Hope