I’m happier now that I’ve lost hope
I can settle into the pain
I can see what is possible
in what really turned out
of the worst case imagined
I’m happier now that I’ve lost hope
and don’t suffer the endless
reachings for and mournings after
what will never be
I can see what really isn’t so good
about what really is
and what isn’t so bad
I’m happier now that I’ve lost hope
and can figure out the many how tos
in this that really is
just realized (and because of your poem) that the words lost and hope can be (and/or are) also four-letter words; unexpectedly appropriate
Zfthrimej, You have a great eye for words.