Relentless Optimism

There is something about relentless optimism
That fills me with despair

That endless boast of positivity
That denigrates its counterpart
As needless needfulness
That no one has the right to feel
As if no good can ever come
From admitting how we really are
As holes, not wholes* –
Vulnerable, fallible yet strangely capable beings
Requiring sustenance, care
Dare I say love
If the worst times are ever to become
The best of times

When the truth is
That love can only ever come to life
And thrive
When the call for help is heeded
Catalysing transformation
From struggling to survive
To radiant outburst
From receptive core

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