The Muse is apparently awake tonight. This, plus 3-4 others written. Okay, then. Can I ask you to go back to sleep? lol Here’s one more. Off the cuff.
Destined for heartbreak, I dive back in,
Hope, stuck in its little cage
bound to the strings of my heart,
raises its weary and lonesome self
to peer between the bars that hold it quiet and calm.
Can it be, this might be it,
but the ladder its been climbing up on
shatters in a thousand pieces,
escape becomes just a dream
and once again Hope returns to its dark hole.
I was taught that home is where the heart is,
that love will conquer all despite all odds
but they never shared with me the truth,
that love is only for the good enough, the pretty enough
and not for one like me.
So Hope and I find the road again,
brittle and broken but still alive,
desperate for a hand to hold,
dreaming of sweet desire,
and longing for that one heart to call home.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017