EPISTLE TO CLARE
Dear Clare:
From me.
The one who loves your smile,
The one who wants you to be glee
The one who loves you despite your style.
And so I write to you
With lots of love
Pouring down like dew
From the blue skies above.
You've been very worried lately
That all your friends are almost there,
With achievements greatly
That you can't dare to compare.
Just a little advice for you,
Make sure to take your time.
Don't make such much ado,
You would soon get to your own prime.
I know so well that
Their words make you cringe,
And their side glances stings like gnat.
But hey it's all just a singe.
It won't go below the surface,
So it is easily wiped out.
Everyone has their own pace,
And our lives have different layout.
When you see them at their finish line,
Don't think you are unfortunate.
Your lives ain't the same design,
You'll get there too, that's definite.
Don't let anxieties rule your life,
Stay calm, don't stress about it.
Even as you strife,
Live life, don't quit.
Don't live your life in grief and worry
Don't be sad for the position you are in now.
Even when you think the future is blurry
Don't take your hands off the plough.
The end of anything is better than the beginning.
Stand firm, be brave, be strong.
The world never stops spinning.
These sad days won't be lifelong.
Peace be with you.
© MarianClare Romaine
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3am Thoughts
PoetryJust like the seas It is deep; extending far down from what you see at the surface. It is calm; With silent whispers it speaks to you. It is raging; An uncontrolled anger that could bring you down. It is our 3am thoughts.
