Hope

It is a strange thing, hope that is. It can give life as you dream and it can take life away when it is dashed. I never realize how much I hope until it is fulfilled or it is taken away.

It brought life as I thought about the possibilities with The Arch and the community I could call mine. Now it brings grief as I mourn the loss of that hope and community.

So, I lie awake crying - wishing, praying, hoping there could be some way to make it work out at The Arch, but knowing that it simply wasn't possible for me, not right now.

I long for the sense of community that The Arch strives for. And I cry - hoping against all hope that some day I will find a community in which I can belong, a place to love and be loved, a place where I am accepted as I am, not as I should be, a place where I am free to be me...