Hope is a feckless bully
When you think you’ve lost it all, he appears
He drives you in the morning, keeps your eyes open when you should sleep
He forces you to carry him, always trying to share that burden with others
He’s a monster of unimaginable force, a dictator of your soul
He only fades and disappears when you forget him
Only reappearing when another soul feels his brush
I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.