My dear [ Don't despair ]
When you covet all, when you bare all
And you find no one waiting for you at the finish line
[ Don't despair ]
When warmth only comes your way
staccato
in between octaves of unbearable winter
My precious [ Don't despair ]
When your vanity gets so
That you no longer take your unfiltered reflection to be your God given appearance
[ Don't despair ]
When the ache in your chest gets so
That you feel your ribcage strain under the pressure
[ Don't despair ]
When your heart sings songs of intoxicated dances and stolen kisses that no one else hears
Carry it on your sleeve
And [ Don't despair ]
When your soles bleed from traveling a tortuous spiked path
And you find yourself sans savior
[ Don't despair ]
When stasis has stamped and sealed your story
When you are surrounded by milestones and achievements
And you content and complacent
Perhaps then you may feel the urgency to despair
And yet...
[ Don't despair ]
Because all this is temporary
Listen to me darling, all this is not real
A day will come when you are no more incarcerated in the cells of your mind
The day when death assails, you will be set free
[ Don't despair ] because the day you die is the day your children and grandchildren will despair for you
In a night where moon betrays her lover the sky,
Your spirit will whisper to them in their sleep
Steadily
Re-assuredly
" My sweet don't despair"
[ Don't despair ]
Don't despair ]
Don't despair.
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