Poem by Dana L. Young
Giving false hope should be a crime.
Jumping my heart rate with brief moments of joy.
Thinking that I’m getting something because of the repeated phrase
“One more thing needed then you’ll get it.”
Only to have that hope and joy snatched away in a cruel twist of fate.
False hope is unkind because it forces you to finally be able to exhale and inhale in relief
Just to have the wind knocked right back out of you.
With unnecessary strength.
I hate false hope because it’s more fiction than a story,
More shaky then walking on a rickety bridge
More uncertain then a sheet of ice covering a lake
Daring someone to walk across it.
False hope causes brief hikes of happiness
That quickly turn to sorrow.
And That quick change of emotions
Is bad for your heart and mind.
So giving false hope should be a crime.
