The end of hope

The end of hope

Is the falling into reality

May be the new beginning

The freeing of our soul

From the slavery of toxic entanglements

Fed by echoes of a hunger that reverberated

For so long

The end of hope

May be the beginning of self love

May be the arising of

Insight

and of the wisdom

This moment holds all we really need

There is no anxiety if we live

Awake to the present

Fully

Not having our heels

Nipped at by the pain and panic

Of desperation

No longer amplifying the lie

That salvation lays in some

Far off

Anticipated

Place