Perhaps

Please don't judge me as a writer by this poem. I wrote it with no intention of it sounding good, or resonating, or any of that.

Perhaps, one day, it will all work out the way I wanted it to.
Perhaps those fairytales I wrote will come true.
Maybe I would be able to see through this dark mist enveloping me;
One day in the future.

Perhaps, as time passes, you will understand everything. 
Perhaps the sun will rise again
And the flowers I'd sown, now wilted and dead;
Maybe they will bloom once more.

Perhaps, that drop of hope I see will become an ocean.
Perhaps, then, I won't need to fight these monsters;
We could be friends.
Perhaps; someday, sometime, someplace.

The End

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