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The Dichotomy of Hope

September 30, 2025
By shreysh2025 SILVER, Apex, North Carolina
shreysh2025 SILVER, Apex, North Carolina
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"He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which." - Douglas Adams, A Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy


You came when I was alone,
When my world was barren,
You shone,
And in my desperation, your bargain was taken, My eyes in exchange for your light,

And with you by my side,
I was saved from my plight,
I walked through storms and seas,
Without once falling to my knees,
And in your warmth I did reside,
I lived in the picture you painted,
So perfectly curated for my mind,
That the world outside faded from my sight,

Yet its imprints never flew away,
And to see them again, I tried to stray, But you shackled me in this cave, Scorched my eyes and burned my brain, You wanted your light to be my grave, And I struggled in vain,
Your cage gave me comfort,
And shielded me from the pain,

Because in exchange for your lies, You stole my eyes,
I would rather suffer and die, Than fail to see the world,

It's thorns and roses alike,
Because its honesty is refreshing, no matter how cold, Its mood is ever changing and ever bold,
And its humor, irony, and devious smile,
Is what made my life worthwhile,
And once more, I will be a wanderer,
Explore this world full of wonder,
So, tell me, great deceiver,
Can you hide the truth forever in your burning light?, Or will I escape and be free with all my sight?
 


The author's comments:

This poem tells the story of someone who turns to a powerful, comforting force—“hope”—when their life feels empty. At first, this light saves them, carrying them through hardship and shielding them from pain. But over time, they realize the same force has also blinded and trapped them, hiding reality behind a beautiful illusion. In the end, the speaker chooses truth over comfort, vowing to face life’s thorns and roses with open eyes, no matter how harsh, because it is in the real, changing world—not a perfect fantasy—that life’s worth is found.


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