Myth

The teacher said "you must detach Do not grasp or possess" I took a flower into my hand And carried it like it would cure me When Spring returned hope emerged Diffused through buried skin Permeated that space gone dime Why do you say we must not hope That all expectations should go? Just name it and let it pass But I can't found ground in that Within the myth there is a map A story to which we can attach Is that a crutch or a defense? For meaning comes when I reach And hold on with gritted teeth To a son that rose when the sun went down As the center collapsed our of which I was found I need a place to bring myself Where comfort comes Because something is holding me And fills my lungs when There's no reason left to breathe If I had not chosen to hope I would not be