Damsel True Hope
I once met up
with a whimsical damsel
named True Hope.
For unknown reasons,
she had the appearance of being legit.
We learned to dance an intricate pas de due,
with her in a pink tulle tutu.
I couldn’t have done this before,
because how could I have conceived
of anything with such high meaning and beauty.
She showed me I was not
born to lose.
All I needed
was a place to win.
She took me to the top
of the sky,
where the moon lives,
and lit a fire under my beat
to bring me true warmth.
She taught me
my heart could thump
to something other
than just managing another day of living.
And I learned that I could painlessly cut her
and put her in my pocket along with
my little songs that were just right for saving.
You see,
the very act of saving for a future something
is proof positive of hope.
In time, I grew to love her and
knew her more intimately
than if I read or consumed her
in all her richest flavors.
We live together now.