Strands of optimism

flooded with a choke-hold sensation, a gripping suffocation

tripping into the chaotic whirlwind, falling ever more into the rabbit hole

fluttering eyelids in an ashamed downcast, afraid to utter the great truth

searching for simple lies with flawless a-li-bis, yearning for an immediate relief

comforted by the instant-to-go version, reassured only for the passing minute 

sinking steadily into the criss-crossed armchair, seeking salvation from insulated windows and heavy tree branches

ignoring the easy opportunity with bated breath, shunning the persistently nagging fates with imagined will

salvaging torn pieces of dignity, pushing humiliation out with casual indifference

mustering up the remaining strands of optimism, gathering the last-minute courage in my arsenal to brave the next day

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

this one gripping and compelling at the same time-- wow great job