My Poem About Hope...

Written in a "psychiatric hospital"

A few weeks(?) ago

While I was away from Everything I Loved.

I'll be the first to admit it's not very good;

But it is Good

Enough.

...

 "Hope"

   -For My Precious Pooky Bear, like Everything I Do.

Hope, I've heard

Is a thing with feathers

Or wings, or

Something

Some guy said "softly

Comes to sing

Among the boughs and branches of our Mind."

That guy was me, long ago,

And still today, or some girl

Named Emily something.

((I heard she died alone;))

Yet I am still here and

The Hope she had is Alive

In Me;

When falling fast, it swoops

In to save Us;

Carries Us

Over the rocks and rubble;

And

Sometimes

Lets us Soar

To and through

The Heaven's

Above.

 - James Christopher Tharp

   May 20, 2012...