It's called Hope

April 18, 2010
By Anonymous

It’s hard. So hard.
You want to hide under a rock and never come out.
You want to stare at a wall and never look up.
But you can’t.
You have to keep going.
For yourself.
For everyone.
It’s a thing called Hope.
It’s a thing called Love.

You want to end everything, and just let go.
You want to lose yourself in nothingness.
But you can’t.
You have to keep going.
For yourself.
For everyone.
It’s a thing called Hope.
It’s a thing called Love.


The author's comments:
I read this poem at my grandpa's memorial. I was very close to crying. :( This is what I said after I read it.

When I read this poem, you wonder whether it’s from my point of view or my grandpa's. When I was writing it I intentioned it to be from my point of view, but then I realized that it was about both of us. There was one thing, though, that doesn’t describe him in the poem: I said I had to keep going for everyone, as well as myself, but my grandpa only kept going for us.

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on Jun. 5 2010 at 10:37 am
MustangWriter1813 PLATINUM, Crooks, South Dakota
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" No one can told you back besides yourself " MaKayla Claymore class of 2013

Amazing! I lost my grandpa to =(... We were very close and I can relate to this.


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