We Cling To Hope: 11/23

From the journal November 2023:

We cling to music, to poems,
to quotes that linger like smoke,
in the dim corners of our minds,
a desperate grasp at echoes,
a lifeline thrown in a sea of silence.
The notes curl around us,
notes that pulse like a heartbeat,
a rhythm that whispers,
“You are not alone, you are not alone.”

In the ink of poets, we find ourselves,
words like fire sparks floating through dark,
a glow that reveals our hidden fears,
our tangled thoughts, our quiet screams.
Each stanza a mirror reflecting back,
the jagged edges of our own despair,
the soft sighs of longing,
the fractured beauty of being human.

We want to know we aren’t going crazy,
that the chaos swirling within,
is shared, is understood, is felt,
by someone, somewhere,
who has danced with the same shadows,
who has tasted the bitter fruit of solitude,
the sour tang of doubt, the sweet ache of hope,
who has bled onto paper, onto canvas,
and cried out, “This is me, this is me, can you see me?”

We want someone to explain the things we can't,
to untangle the knots in our chests,
to speak the language of our hearts,
a dialect of anguish and ecstasy,
a symphony of unvoiced dreams.
In each brushstroke, each line, each note,
we search for answers, for solace,
for the balm that soothes our restless souls,
for the hand that reaches back through time.

In the quiet hours of the night,
when the world falls asleep,
we turn to art, to music, to words,
like lonely moths to a flickering porch light,
a beacon, seeking warmth, seeking understanding,
seeking the comfort of another's touch,
the embrace of a shared experience,
the knowledge that we are not alone,
that we are all, in our own way,
lost and found in the same breath.

So we cling, yes, we cling tightly,
to the threads of creativity,
to the voices that speak our truths,
to the melodies that cradle our fears,
and in that clinging, we find connection—
the fragile, precious thread that binds us,
a reminder that we are not adrift,
but anchored in the hearts of others,
woven into the fabric of this life.
We are not alone, we are not alone.