Hope keeps raising its head
from its cage within my heart
every time love feels possible,
but do I deserve it?
Is that why it slips
through my grasping fingers
like so much sand?
My heart aches from loneliness,
though I try to ignore it.
I did not look for it this time,
but my heart fell just the same.
Ignoring my rules,
daring to defy my mind
in its crusade to learn,
grow, and accomplish something.
Blame it on him,
blame it on Sunday.
In the end, I wonder . . .
Do I deserve the love
I so desperately desire?

© Johanna Fugitt 2017