The Catalyst

In the midst of a thorny field, my hope was gone.
I walked for what seemed miles, and there was nothing but dirt under my feet.
The clouds were green and the sky was gray.
I couldn't see anything but death.

What happened?

The field used to be laden with color.
The green grass was soft under my feet, and I never walked.
I looked up into the BLUE
SKY.
The clouds were white and my heart was bright.
And life held its arms around me.

What happened?

We lost focus.
We were deceived.
We lost our minds.
We lost our hope.
We killed ourselves by killing our hope.
We let it happen.