Oh the things you see

in hindsight…

Like how I know now

Without a doubt,

That I would have named you Hope.

Because hope is exactly

What’s been missing

Since you left my womb.


No fight left

I set about

Wrestling with an Angel

Figured, if Jacob could,

Then why not me.

Bone after bone

I let him crush,

Till I could not

Bear to stand.

Lying broken

On the cold hard ground,

I hope for the blessing

But dare not believe

That it is any longer

A guarantee.