Hope, especially when profuse,
can cause a copious loss
in things of value.
The condition when you hope
too much and cannot stop the flow,
may be episodic,
come and go,
or slowly get worse.
Your brain is sensitive to hope
and damage may occur.
Symptoms may develop suddenly
and show up without a herald.
Recovery time from this affliction
to regain possession of the heart,
has proven to be variable.
Death is always possible.
This is not what I expected from today’s prompt. But darkness does enter the soul from time to time.
Here is the prompt from NaPoWriMo: Today’s (optional) prompt is a “replacement” poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem.
I chose the tangible noun “hemorrhage” and the intangible noun “hope.”
You see, I am writing a monologue based on the miracle story in Mark’s gospel about the woman with the flow of blood. My pastor and I discussed the difference between “cure” and “heal” in the text. I see her as a strong woman with hope for healing and thus my choice of words. I am sure the dark side of hope passed through her on her way to being healed.
Mark 5: 25-34
There was a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years. She had suffered greatly at the hands of many doctors and had spent all that she had. You she was not helped but only grew worse. She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak. She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.” Immediately her flow of blood dried up. She felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction. Jesus, aware at once that power had gone out from him, turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who has touched my clothes?” But his disciples said to him, “You see how the crowd is pressing upon you, and yet you ask, “Who touched me?” And he looked around to see who had done it. The woman, realizing what had happened to her, approached in fear and trembling. She fell down before Jesus and told him the whole truth. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has saved you. Go in peace and be cured of your affliction.”