No, it's never easy to look down upon
the anxiety that creeps into your skin
as soon as your eyes meet the daylight.
It's not easy to forget that just last night,
you were questioning if death was better
than this hollowness, if the surge of happy
will forever remain a short season, if this
trap of nothingness will be permanent.
It's not easy to love yourself when you look
around and nobody can read the warning signs,
nobody can pause between the lines and hear
your cries; this world, too busy and broken
to notice just another of their kind.
It's not easy to hope for a pretty tomorrow
when even a moment today is hard to get through.
But, dear love, seasons never change
with the promise of keeping you the same.
Celebrate these pains, because it says
you still want things to be different.
A desire still burns in you, you are alive.
Life has a way of surprising you
when you least expect if you wear those
beautiful patient eyes.
