THE DAY MY HOPE WAS RESTORED.

The Day My Hope Was Restored

The day my hope was restored was bittersweet.

I had nothing left to hold onto the night before,

I was sidestepping my thoughts and feelings

and I didn't care about anything else.

Then he showed up at my door, a priest,

with wavy brown hair and brown eyes and he

looked just like Tom Cruise except I didn't

know what Tom Cruise looked like because I

stopped watching tv thirty years ago.

My deadlines for my magazine are approaching

fast, and I didn't have any hope in me left,

I couldn't shake the fact that my magazine was going

nowhere,

and I didn't have anywhere to be.

The priest showed up, and he gave me a smile and

a wave, and pulled me aside and told me I was important

and I matter.

That was the day my hope was restored.