Hope Breaks Through

Why is it so hard to believe

That good could come to us, to me…

So much trauma, grief, abuse. 

We pushed through but what was the use? 

Each thing came one right after the other. 

Our heads were spinning we had no time to recover 

We cried and screamed and kicked and hit. 

Yelled and cussed and often quit. 

Giving up immersed in grief

It’s hard to live, hard to breathe 

But somehow  hope keeps breaking through

No matter if we think it won’t and don’t even want it to   

-M. Sauls  

2/6/23