HOPE

After you once raised your voice to me

Then your hand

Then your fist

I lost respect

for you

for myself

for us...What we once were

and never will be again.

I live in hope

that you will change

that I won't feel guilty

that we will be happy

that you will stop drinking

that you will DIE

My hope is a pipe-dream

I live in hope.

-By: Mary Marecek