HOPE: Hold On Pain Ends
1 Paralysis of the mind and the power it possesses
Pulling the sensitive strings of the puppet it perplexes
You’ve wandered far from the familiar form you’ve been fit with
You’ve wandered close to the edge of “GOD HELP ME! What is this?”
2 The spoon sitting placid in your chalice of lemon tea,
But the bread you just burnt tastes better than believed
You’ve Won! You’ve Won! But your mind like a switchblade,
Carving the bête noire of your very existence–
3 Bitter; benu
mbed; bent backwards;
4 BEHOLD the thief of innocence, the robber of a cherub.
Draining of euphoria, damning of the truth!
Pretentious of the perplexed–yet proud–puppet now,
Paralyzing the promise to pierce through your vow.
5 Paralysis of the mind and the power it possesses
Depression pressing on your will, you hope it decompresses.
Surgery on your supine structure, you are not dead quite yet,
Put pressure on that phlebotomized heart, “forgive but not forget”.
6 Push past the pinch and prickle that put your pride on pause
Your legs once locked with lesions, those strings–clean of his claws.
BEHOLD the sweetness of the sugar, suppressing the spoonful sour
You’ve Won! You’ve Won! Blessed Angel-Baby, hope no more devoured.
7 Strong-willed, quaint girl, wild with winged quality–
yet humble and at-home
The mind once paralyzed from love and a body cold as stone.
Now like the spoon lay placid–possessing anemia
Walk through your life with pure joy and trust; paraplegia.
8 Once more I say so the deaf can sense my win, my truth secure
I’ve Won! I’ve Won! I do shall say, hold hope and lest not fear.
Alyssa Baye is a Psychology major at UW-Parkside, and as a junior on the road to graduating early, she is fond of reading and also writing in her free time; she hopes to use this hobby in her future career as a psychologist/therapist.