From Writing Notebook 2021.
In the Stillness
in the early winter evening
I sit in my armchair
under the water-damaged ceiling
the dim overhead light
shines down on me
a feeble moon in a murky sky
again I lay out plans to
make repairs that
I know I’ll never carry out
shadowy pockmarks in the plaster
are an asteroid field of tiny planets
the firmament turns above me
here in my shabby house
I mark the days in sameness
but not tonight:
I gaze into the darkness
and hope for stars.
2/15/21
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Hope can fuel dreams and dreams can fuel hope… which came first?
I think this is a wonderful question you have asked. It’s hard to pick the beginning of a circle, that is how I think of it. You maybe just jump on where you can.
I like this idea of turning something bleak into something hopeful. Sometimes we have to generate the signs of hope for ourselves.
I think you are so right. I have felt that way a lot in my past, that I have needed to just grab hold of something positive, however small, and try to get it to grow, and quite often, even if it doesn’t all work out, well, I feel better just with the manufactured hope to focus on.