Hope by Aurora Bishop

I hope this poem
finds you well 
but catches you off guard.
You thought I had forgotten
the pressure of living under your thumb
jumping at shadows.

I hope this poem 
finds you well 
but reminds you I left.
You thought I was running from myself
all my perceived sins 
but I was running from you.

I hope this poem 
finds you well
but I’m petty enough
that I hope it stings to see me
living for the first time.

I hope this poem finds you. 

About the Poet:

Aurora Bishop is a poet and visual artist based out of Cincinnati, Ohio.