what I hope for

Hope is often used as a term to wish for something.

But hope is broad.

Vague.

Some people hope to win a sports game.

Or maybe to get something for their birthday.

And some people hope for more than that.

Some people hope for hope

when it’s hard for them to believe.

In anything.

Anyone.

And in today’s world,

hope has a lesser meaning

because it seems like the only thing we can do.

Hope for a better world,

hope for change,

hope as hard as we possibly can.

Hope like it will happen,

because we know it can happen.

We can make it happen.

Wish upon every star,

every time the clock strikes 11:11.

Because we have hope.

Because we believe

in fixing every atrocity

we hoped would never occur.

We hoped for times nothing like these,

but for peace, and 

for unity.

We hoped for a warless earth,

for an end to violence,

end to hate.

But the hope is not what brings us down,

what forms the void in our hearts,

separates our thoughts, angry, confused, sad, and vengeful.

No, it is the world that does these things.

Hope is what keeps the world trembling instead of crumbling

because it is the only thing keeping life alive.

Hope is what prevents those thoughts from 

coming to life,

fusing them into rage that sends tears 

sliding down our faces,

staining it with the sticky, 

burning feeling of despair.

We have hope that this will end,

that the fire will be 

starved.

That the world will become 

known for its hope.

Hope is often used as a term to wish for something.

I hope for hope.