A part of me longs to form a bond.
A bond so strong, It involuntarily phases in and out
Of the spiritual realm.
A bond, that makes death nothing more than a checkpoint;
Thereby materializing, growing ever-stronger in the hereafter.
A part of me sees this “longing”
As nothing but wishful thinking;
The floundering of a mad man anchored to the bottom
Of the deep blue sea –
Drowning, desperately trying to hold onto something –
Anything – to keep me afloat;
Leaning on “hope” to make this far-flung dream;
A reality.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1n
O.D. 
Lovely! Don’t we all long for that. I enjoyed this.
Thank you Kim, I appreciate it ❤
I really enjoyed your poem. I think we all long for such a connection ❤️
Thank you Sue. Glad to hear you enjoyed it 🙂
We are all on that quest. We must all lean on “hope”.
Yeah, sometimes it can be incredibly difficult. Though I think it takes great strength to hope; that willingness to potentially get hurt is truly admirable in my eyes.
Im terrible at hoping by the way 😅
Indeed, Michael! Sometimes hope is our friend, but at other times it sustains our delusions. Great point! Thanks for sharing that!
Ah Paul. Its so good to hear from you.
The part about hope sustaining delusions forms my current thought process concisely. I had no way of exacting it but your comment helped.
There is no way to know when your hope is going overboard is there? Sometimes when I’m in a position such as this I always remember that saying “too much of anything is not a good thing” I suppose even hope needs to be tempered and kept under control.
Powerful!
Thank you! 💚
For me, I learned that that longing is also a part of the journey. I found it’s not healthy to stay in a constant state of discontent with my circumstances, which goes hand in hand with still dreaming of something more, something greater than myself alone.
That is to say: beautiful poem with those deep thoughts underneath.
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