Categorizing Hope

Hope- what an evil emotion- what a divine one!

So full of veiws of heaven, yet so often broken in hell.

I know who Hope is!

The trixter fey stuck like a knot in my throat

wears that name.

strangeled- strangeling

 she and I sit waiting.

If I could get my hands inside to grab her...

I might kill her- like a child often says of her mother,

or... 

hug her.

I do not know what to do with this doll.

so I'll wait. 

and wait...

and wait some more.

Then grown,

I might know, 

 angel or devil- 

what makes my throat 

so sore.