Hope

There is no place for hope to rest in my head.
My heart is broken, shattered like glass dropped onto the floor.
To many pieces to put back together.
Little shards gleaming in the light, laughing at me in their destruction.
Too small to pick up.
When walked on they slice into my skin and bury themselves.
The pain is acute.

There is no room for hope to land in all the pieces of my heart.
My entire being is numbed from your departure.
Yet here it comes.
Hope keeps chipping away at my senses.
..........I hear I should have no hope..........
.....I see I should have no hope.....I feel no hope......
Alone.
Scared.
Yet it is back again, of it's own accord.
...I tell it quietly, as if speaking to a baby:
......hush, go away, and find a place that will welcome you.
...I tell it with more conviction, trying to convince it and myself:
..... the best thing would be for you to go away.....
....................Hope stays trying to find a small corner in which to rest.....................
...I shout:
...... STAY AWAY, I have no need for hope.

My heart is broken I fear hope will get cut on the pieces.
..........I am taken aback by the tenacity hope uses.........
...Still chipping, still looking for a corner, a shelf, seeking out any companions or friends there might be.
................Alas there are no allies to hope here..........
No friends, only foes.
.....................Still hope chips away at me at my senses...............