Disappointment

I wallow in disappointment easily. Because it's familiar. I get my hopes up every time, against my better judgment. Some call it resilience. Some call it foolish.  Perhaps I've been hoping for the wrong things.  I am not some fair maiden stranded in a tall tower waiting for a knight.  I think I am just trying to get out. Though I can really use some help.

In the face of acceptance, one must withhold judgement. But it's hard not to hope. Often hoping feels like sitting in the dark waiting for stars.  Then disappointment comes like the switch of a light, and some mean woman looking at you with scorn saying, "What are you doing there hiding in the dark? It's time you get back to work."

Couple by kkgonn