Expectation
Week 39
my hopes jump above,
what I might really get,
the things that I love,
they won't come, I bet
a solid next year,
to be met with concern,
all this holds dear,
though not up to earn
I push myself hard,
not persistently enough,
say goodbye to my guard,
when the going gets tough
my dreams, anticipation,
might stay until I die,
before this sweet cessation,
I'll try and try and try
Stepping into a story half way through
History that can't simply be outgrown
Reeling at how things can turn so askew
And create need to pre-empt the unknown
Negotiating waters long muddied
Always being held beyond an arms length
Expressions of affection long bloodied
A defense being held with waning strength
Built to protect vulnerability
Carved in flesh, an expectation of threat
To break down this shield from reality
More than truth, subversion needs tropes reset (edited)