poetry

“A Glimmer of Hope” Poem

A Glimmer of Hope

By Ashley O’Hare

What do I have going for me

if I do not have a pretty face

or a prestigious college degree?

My guidance counselors in school

have prepared me for the moment

where my luck turned to stool.

It is all fast food from here;

feeling low all day

and hungover from too much beer.

Money doesn’t buy happiness

until your soul is as empty as your wallet

and you can not imagine being worth less.

I still have hope up my sleeve

that one day my eyes will gaze into a mirror,

see me, and truly believe.

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