Hope 1

Concentration of dreams
A woman I want to become
and yet be different from

Accumulation of images
to make up a story
that reminds me of life
of real life
my life

that what i need and want can
come true

I see it
I feel it
but I don't have it ...yet


I think of the words, the eyes, the expressions, the stories, the moments, the anger , the love, the mistakes, the truth, the strength, the ideas, the little things, the big things, the want, the yearning, the fighting, the patience , the past, the future, the young, the mature, the innocent, the rain, the wind, the wilderness, the city lights, the car lights, the small streets, the beggars, the winners, the flowers, the freshly baked bread, the dinner table, the study room, the magnificence, the necklace, the tears, the time, the night , the jealousy, the plaits, the mandarines, the connection, the peace, the war, the wrong, the right, me


within me there is a woman who wants to fight, live, and never die for life
there is a woman who wants to be better, happier, stronger
there is a woman who wants to be adamant strong independant
meaningful
giving
but not like this

the chronicles are over
the series is done
the pages are turned
and the story of 6/7 years has finished

it is time for my first episode to begin
for my story to start
for my feelings and emotions to be written for my words to be said, it is time for my challenges to be lived and my clothes to be worn, for my mornings to be woken and my nights to be flawless, it is time for my days to be told and my drama to be heard, it is time for my eyes to glisten and my hair to shine, my heart to beat and my soul to listen, it is time for my fears to be hidden, and my patience to be given , time for my story to be told.

but every story has a title
and my title is

HOPE.