my peace of mind

hope is just a crystal
of sweetness, lost
to the reality of the world
where everything costs
nothing is mine
to have or to hold
all of my enemies
have a claim
to my Soul
i've never had
something of my own
i must share my heart
with those who hope
that there will come a day
when i lose my faith
in someone wanting me
and i'll have no money left
why do so many people
think of me as a fool?
is there no value
in the hearts' wishes to be removed
from a place of conflict
to a position of strength
where i know
i am needed by someone
and my joy is blessed.