Time and again you betray me,

But fool that I am, I still hope.

Still dream.

Is this constant dashing of hope a penance, I wonder?

Some misdeed

I had perpetrated

In this life or before,

Is this my payment?

I cannot walk away

I am stuck here

And somehow,

I cannot convince myself to stop

Hoping.

Believing.

And every time I begin again,

You betray me.

This body is weak, it will not provide easily,

What others take for granted.

Every step forward must be fought for

Begged for

And even when progress is allowed

There is a price.

Is it worse, I wonder, to face

The betrayals

Or to pay the

Prices

That victory demands?

For every victory, there have been countless

Lost battles.

Stubborn Fool

My heart

Chooses to fight,

What life is there

With no dreams?