Dangling String of Hope

 

little boy

I looked for you

but didn’t find

the little boy

who loved me

so I grabbed

what seemed

the last piece of hope

left in a string

outside

from your soul,

reeled it in,

fighting the hold

of desperation pulling

from another side.

 

I hung steadfast,

gasping,

praying,

gripping with all of me

and my connection

to omnipotence

so you can finally

be at peace

with what is real

in this world

you chose to partake in.

 

 

You are lost

in an endless maze

of poor judgment

but I will get to your spirit

as I pull harder

on that string

to bring you to the light

of love,

compassion,

and truth.

 

 

I believe…

for you and me.

Let that string keep dangling

and I will continue

to pull you back

in the lighted path of Divinity

even if it takes

a lifetime to hold

onto that tiny thread of hope.

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4 thoughts on “Dangling String of Hope

  1. Tom

    We’ve been there, Millie, and most likely still are. Parental relapse? All this pain had better be worth it … and I’m sure it is.

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