Hopeful Flame (a poem)

Her smooth skin is an illusion:
Inside, she’s tough like leather.
I don’t mean this cynically.

She’s seen catastrophe:
Yet, she persists.
Carrying a torch with a hopeful flame
That never dies out.

I don’t understand this.
She studies genocide,
Yet, she tells me everything
Will be okay.

I drift at times in despair,
See chaos and incoherence,
Silent heavens and agonized screams,
Met with divine indifference.

Then, she summons a piece
Of biblical truth from fortunate
Childhood indoctrination,
And I fall asleep peacefully.
Truly, I don’t understand this.

(Photo by Igor Lepilin on Unsplash)

Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to my girlfriend, Rachel. While I am a natural pessimist, Rachel is very optimistic. It’s a life-saver for me, because she often helps me when I’m in my depressions. I’m lucky to have her!

2 thoughts on “Hopeful Flame (a poem)

  1. Lucy August 4, 2021 / 1:33 am

    I love this, it’s so beautiful and heartwarming especially with how you dedicate it to your love.

    Like you, I am quite pessimistic so when a loved one reassures me everything will be alright, it is strange, but comforting like a warm blanket. I see that here in this piece, especially in the final few lines and that is so beautiful and heartfelt. Such a great poem, Nick!

    • Nick Pipitone August 4, 2021 / 4:17 am

      Thank you Lucy! 😊 Yes, I am lucky to have that support from Rachel. Without her, I’d very easily only see the negatives all the time. She keeps me centered.

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