Inspired by a personal loss, this poem explores how hope and fear can quietly distort judgment and pull us away from reality.
This feeling, I know. I have held onto hope to the point of delusion in the past. It broke me. Hope springs eternal in my soul, though. I am always hopeful for the life I desire, while I work toward it. I believe that I deserve what I desire.
Hope can be tricky, when it gets us to the point of delusion. Although having hope can be helpful in life
This really resonates with me today. 💜
Hope turning disillusion when it controls us.
Something very human and real.
A beautiful composition, loved the original French version too.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Nimila ☺️
This feeling, I know. I have held onto hope to the point of delusion in the past. It broke me. Hope springs eternal in my soul, though. I am always hopeful for the life I desire, while I work toward it. I believe that I deserve what I desire.
Hope can be tricky, when it gets us to the point of delusion. Although having hope can be helpful in life
This really resonates with me today. 💜
Hope turning disillusion when it controls us.
Something very human and real.
A beautiful composition, loved the original French version too.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Nimila ☺️