I observe on some days
That Hope drops by
Then I am Hope full
On other days I find Despair
Lying next to me when I awake
I pick her up and throw her out
But she is persistent so
She waits for the newspaper
And hitches a ride with stories from yesterday
Right into my home I drink her with the morning tea
So that is how it begins, a day full of Despair
A little throb somewhere in the middle of my stomach
A hunger – for what?
Despair eats everything and then wants more
You’ll never notice, she cleverly hides, like so many of her kind
So you don’t know and you can’t imagine
What it feels like to lose the keys and spill the milk
Forget a birthday and miss a bus
All on the same day

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  • lizzy