There is hope

by Michael England



I try to convince myself

there is hope

deep inside I want to believe

it ain’t a joke.

Small steps

I walk back and then I go forward.

All the time, I tell my soul

I’m no coward.

My behavior doesn’t always agree with this conclusion.

Instead, I feel sometimes it’s bravado, just an illusion.

Yet, a micro-voice inside keeps me progressing

maybe just my mind is only stressing.

I tell my conscience, I may in my hope believe

I must figure a path in which

I can conceive.