hope is a dangerous thing to hold

We reach out
and grasp whisps of hope
like tendrils of air
we can't hold on to

I fall apart
you fall apart
we fall apart
try and find
tangible fragments
of ourselves
shattered on the ground

You take a part of me
I take a part of you
and we're lost
holding onto pieces
that don't belong to us
while trying to make
ourselves whole
with the pieces we have left

I want to hold something real
you want to hold something real
but it feels like we're a dream
we could wake up from
at any moment
and it's not enough that we dream
because whisps of smoke
and indecision
can't fill our souls
when we want to be whole

We reach out
and grasp whisps of hope
like tendrils of air
we can't hold on to
when all we need
is something real to hold

© Indie Adams 2022