I Live On
As fragile, weak
and dangerous hope is
I still live on it.
I live on the "if's"
and the "but's"
in all situations.
I live on the tiny
speck of light that
you see at the end
of the tunnel but
forget to acknowledge
how long the tunnel is.
I live on the those
words that people
tell me that
make me feel that everything
will be okay.
I live on the ticks
of the clock that
reassure me that
time will heal everything.
I live on the "maybe"
that people tell me.
I live on the uncertainty
of people being okay.
Yes.
I don't believe in hope,
but that's the only
thing I live on
when I have lost onto everything else.