As Hope Goes By

At this time last year, I was so full hope. My life was so complete that I thought it was finally my turn to let hope take flight. I arrogantly told myself I had done something good and that time last year, there came my reward. I greedily drank up the bliss that I didn't even bother to check out the price tag.

And you wouldn't find my postings here during this time last year. The fact I was too overjoyed to sit still and my head too heavy from being surrounded by big, happy lightbulbs, kept my fingers away from any buttons on the computer keyboard.

I can't write when I'm too happy.

Funny how 12 months, 52 weeks, and 365 days later, the word 'hope' isn't even available in my dictionary. I'm not lying. Go find it. After 'hop', the entry goes straight to 'hopeless'. Though 'hopeless' won't exist without 'hope', you can see the word isn't found there.

Now this time of the year, tears have stopped and wounds have dried. Only hope has vanished. It's proven by how easily words pouring out since December went by.