A wriggling tiny irritating worm called hope...

What should I do?

A constant question I keep asking

Year after year.

Every year, I feel I have found the answer.

Yet the next year,

I am at it all over again!

I am never quite sure if this is what I want the next year!

I dither and dawdle

I try to be brave and energetic

About all my new projects and attempts.

But somehow this time,

Its hard to get up.

This time, the wound cut a little deeper.

This time,

I am a little more lost.

Its a little more darker.

But somewhere,

I see there is still a small, tiny light shining

It seems to be beckoning to me.

At least that’s what I think so.

That is the only thing that keeps me going

Somewhat...

I think its called hope.

I think it means that

Somehow something will work out.

...and it will always be for the best...