Flights of Hoping
How to capture the encompassing sense of being on the edge of something good - the willingness to give over to hope, knowing the futility and innate risk of deflation.
Wild eyes, flailing limbs, bursting chest, tingling skin - and an urgent awareness of ‘being’ and ‘living’ that feels so alien that it can bring tears to your eyes.
Rare minutes within a lifetime that feel as if the universe has provided you with the momentum to step across to something that might just be the ‘right place’ / ‘right person’ / ‘right thing’.
The commitment to yourself and your worth in having made a decision. Flights of hoping.
For all the times that I have Hoped,
unfounded,
then falling,
felt all failure -
Or let a tail wind floor me,
worthless,
left unwilling,
without warning.
There can be Hope,
that’s grounded,
self-grown,
gathering greater gusts -
So this new Hoping,
is founded
to flying,
And can feel all of fortunate.