Analysis of Hope

Where do i belong,
I often wonder.
Here... there,
Somewhere,
Or maybe nowhere altogether.
With each strolling second,
I am Lost in a continuum
Of the constant reminder
Of what would or could have been
That sadly,
 Just isnt.
And though this reality pokes me a thousand times,
My dreams would not give in,
Cos deep within,
I hear the desperate yearnings of a mending heart
Assuring me that I belong,
And charging me To be strong,
To just hold on,
Cos with time,
All will be well.