No Hopeless Poetry

Lately I have found myself having to fight hopelessness.  The ironic part is that there is NO reason to be hopeless, and I know that.  Why do we entertain thoughts that are irrational?  I always tell my husband that it is ok for a rational person to have irrational fears (this usually pertains to my extreme and silly fear of insects and small animals), but now I'm second guessing my claim.

If there are real signs and there is traceable evidence that shows God's goodness, mercy and grace then why am I afraid?  Why am I tempted to write dark things that will perpetuate my deceitful emotions?  If I truly belief what God's word says (which I do) then why act contrary to my belief?  It makes no sense. 

So...in conclusion...it is not ok for a rational person to have irrational fears IF that person does not check it at some point.  It's not ok to be complacent in them because those comfortable fears will begin to taint precious places in your life and ultimately keep you tied down, away from your purpose.

Hopeless Poetry
I can’t live my life with a passion for no passion

I can’t live my life with joy on a ration
A hope for a new thing my life will fashion
Because
poetry is what I do…
And I’m sick and tired of hopeless poetry
Sick and tired of the blues with no music,
Sick and tired of the bruise in my heart
As those hopeless words fly like darts
And try to impart a world of sorrow.
To hopeless people…
Words we underestimate
So they sneak up in our vulnerable states
Words of hate there to create descent…
So trust is snatched away and
your heart becomes cement…
Hopeless poetry terrorizes our minds
Makes negativity benign
And grinds our dreams to fine dust
And dust is light, so our dreams go with the wind
And now hopeless poetry has got us pinned
In a cycle that never ends…
Not good enough, not smart enough
If you were smarter you’d be better,
You’d be better if you were smarter…
Hopeless poetry has got us pinned….
But what exactly is hopeless poetry
Not just words that strangle your growth,
It’s the fear that plagues you,
The moment when you said “I hate you”
Not caring for him, disrespecting her
Letting circumstances take you back to what you were
Poetry in motion
With its devotion to the desperate,
Preying on your heart, Unforgiveness, and regret,
Is hopeless poetry’s sillouette
And I’m sick and tired of hopeless poetry…