Hopeful is a word
that hasn’t crossed my mind
in a very long time.
Doomed, gloomy, despair.
Morose, dejected, beaten.
These more accurately reflect
what I feel deep inside.
It’s as if a light inside me
has gone out, leaving me to wonder
if it will ever return.

Midnight begins a new year.
It’s really nothing special
except what we make it in our minds.
Just another day, another turn of the page.
Perhaps midnight is the time
when my light begins to burn again.

At least I’m hopeful.