Tomorrow I’ll give up
Hope...
I’ll let it fall through my fingers
to rain upon the barren ground of my dreams.
I’ll watch it seep
into cracks and fissures
knowing that nothing will mend the fractures
or fill the hollows.
I’ll scoop up dust with moist hands
and ruthlessly scrub away
every vestige of desire.
I’ll leave this place ~ alone
while the desolate winds of loss howl
sweeping across sterile sands .
I’ll journey through fallow fields
seek refuge among unfruitful trees
lost in the desert of despair.
I know there is nothing left for me here
but still; I take a last sip of life giving waters,
I weep droplets of anguish,
as they splash against my empty womb.
There is no succor found in the searching seed
I know in my heart
that this body will never harbor love.
…and tomorrow
I’ll give up hope
Patricia Gibson-Williams
December 3, 2004










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