Hopefully

One of the worst things

Is getting your hopes up.

Only for them to be struck down

In the prime of their fleeting lives.

New romances that start

To b l o s s o m like a peony

Before dying

Days later

Despite the care and attention

You so hopefully gave it.

Friendships that begin

To be as s t r o n g as a rope

Not spotting

Those frayed ends

That slowly edge up

As you tie a knot, hopefully.

A new challenge arises

To e x h i l a r a t e the senses

Which then

Become overwhelmed

By the new mountain

You hopefully ascend.

A new day dawns

And you still rise from your bed

To face it all.

Full of hope.

Hopefully.