To Me, Today

what is a hope if not the most desperately fervent wish of a man— a dream so deeply staining the edges of reality a hope lies dormant in my belly sleeping like a dragon curled on the hoard of my desire breath like smoke wafting past my eyes and up my spine tinting my retinas; seeping into my brain it fires my neutrons and my body says, why not try again the days spent in despair— the people who jeer— the coffee stains and splashed puddles and fumbled papers— i hope to hate them a little less tomorrow in this suffocating swirling world my hope-stained eyes see a new dawn a new day a light at the end of my tunnel even cold wind warms my face; around me bustles with life, sun seeping through the cracks waking up my slumbering hope today will be different. today will be good today, a day i’m living for the first time i have a hope, wide awake in my core it tells me, it will all be okay