the way you feel is a glass bowl
cupped in your warm hands, at any instant
a big bang in reverse will take place
and your words
will fly back into your lips. throw
it away and pick yourself up and
self-accept because
when nothing
is going right you are a molten sword
being forged in hellfire; every step
you take will lead you in the right direction and
every tear you swallow is another drop
of liquid courage.
this is my promise.
