I used to believe that hope bred eternal misery.

Because of all the pain held in the pages of my history.

But that thought only weakened my perception,

Hope is the teacher and strength is the lesson.

The choice to change my reality, brings an unsettling feeling to my soul,

Like a brighter day isn’t deserved and might actually bring more of a toll

But I chose it despite the uncomfortable feeling in my chest.

Fighting the urge to run, and taking the opportunity to rest.

Seeing the world through new eyes, hope is reborn

If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a a storm