You go into this night a warrior
for what you do, dear, I could never do:
long hours, in a place that is uncaring,
a place that drains the soul with its hot toil.
Are you attentive to what this conveys?
You are strong, enduring to withstand this.
Break through the steely mental barriers,
belief in yourself you need now renew
even as your grit teeth you are baring.
Don't let them cause your keen spirit to spoil
or your best self you will truly betray.
Deny yourself depression's soft kiss.
The light is not opposite the tunnel
it is within, glowing, twinkling, waiting.
Waiting for you to notice it is there.
Remaining silent for you hold the match,
the spark that will unleash your inferno.
Look to the phoenix engraved in your heart.
Should you burn out and the ashes crumble
their words like vultures, beaks lacerating,
out from the embers you shall break their snares.
Crimson flames roaring as you again hatch
with the ardent life of a volcano.
Cede nothing to keep you and fate apart.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2019)
PoetryShort poems of varying subjects and construction, but deep enough to be swallowed in. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. These were written mostly in the year 2019. Please feel free to leave any feedback...
