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Hope And Loss Two Fraternal Twins of The Same Reluctant Mother

hope and loss
are fraternal twins
of the same Mother.

has been tugging at my

and kicking
my feet out from
underneath me
as I
have attempted
to scale
the tall craggy cliffs
of pain.

is hope
out there...
in the ether?

or is it malingering,
like a nightmare or a
a damp, heavy cloud?
or does it exist
in my imagination...
diffuse and everywhere,
but without
a single foothold or real form?

I wish I knew hope...
but, hope has no face.
it is a stranger to me.
hope is wary.
I believe
it leaves me, purposefully, at times,
all alone.

but, Life
can be so tenacious and real...
that when given a 50/50 chance
Life will bite down
on the bit
and then dare itself
to catapult
forward into
or back
again and again.
not asking why or when...

Life never wants to give up.

yet hope
has been for me,
a kind of demon-weight,
a kind of wh*re.

more expected and terrifying,
than pray-ful.
more profane,
than any comforting Madonna,
more the Mother whose words
you might prefer at times to ignore.

do hope and loss walk
together, arm in arm,
and swear they are
they are they are Brothers
Cain and Abel?

mutually do they undo and outdo,
I think,
one another under the table?
two unholy conjoined twins
of the same reluctant Mother.

Copyright March 11, 2014  All Rights Are Reserved By this Author
Melissa A. Howells/Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World
All Poetry/Prose/Rants/Ideas are the Legal Property of this Writer

Re-edited March 12, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Dedicated to Ghuey/Buddy/M who have all had a very very hard time lately
and to Ghuey who cheated death...may we all live long and prosper, praises be.

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