Hopeless Hope

Sometimes hope hurts.

And I don't like hurting.

Hope is dangerous.

It requires vulnerability.

A soft heart.

Want to fix this?

My heart lept.

Hope sparked.

But my hope and reality don't mix.

Reality doused that flame.

And I hurt.

Right now, I'm tired of hoping.

Because I'm hoping for what cannot be.

My heart is heavy.

My body is weak.

My mind is spent.

Jesus.