I am a Hope Fool.
So full of hope that I become a fool
with my heart reaching hopefully
to the world outside, ready and willing,
wondering why wearing
my heart on my sleeve is so wrong
until the stormy weather of emotional whiplash hits
and leaves me heartbroken.
Fool of hope that I am.
But still I would rather be
full to the brim with my hope-foolishness
than wear your armor
of cynicism and mockery for one moment more.
I tried that coat of arms on for size
and found it ill-fitting,
for I am too full of hope & heart & honor,
fool that I may be.
But I imagine a world full of fools,
full of hopefulness at the possibilities
of the world we see becoming
the world we dream.
And the only way to help create that world
is to wear my heart on my sleeve.
If you liked this poem, feel free to read more in my poetry book Spring, available on Kindle