PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In
← Back to Poems

HOPE

by red_viper

I expected something 

Completely different 

An Angel maybe

Hair flowing shining 

 

Her skin clear and so clean 

But Dirt on her face

Skinned bloody knuckles 

Rocks in her unkempt hair 

 

That I did not expect 

When we finally met 

Hope looked very unlike 

Anything I'd dreamed

 

So unlike I'd foreseen

But how else could it be?

She had been through hell

Just like me 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

mental health

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

red_viper

I’m a lifelong martial artist. I’ve written since I was young for myself as a form of self examination and therapy. Growing up closeted during the AIDS crisis and in small town Kentucky, I didn’t feel I had many options for outward expression. Life is different today, and I express what I feel here.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (1)

red_viper
<p>This is a poem inspired by my own experience and by the experiences of the people I work with who are Peer support Specialists in recovery from varvarious things like substance abuse disorders and mental health struggles.&nbsp; Remarkable people who learned how to heal.</p>

Comments are closed for this poem.