Her Thoughts

How (A response to "If" by Rudyard Kipling)

How to keep thy head up,
When sympathy gives me too much
How to trust thyself,
When doubt is all I have
How to wait,
When endurance is what I lack
How to not give way to hating,
When verdict is what I crave

How to not dream,
When dreams are my hope,
How to not think,
When thoughts are my strength,
How to meet Triumph and Disaster
When words are such ironic combination
I said and I quote,
"Such pretending never run my veins"
Truths are such a great weapon,
Thus, never think of me as a fool.

How to make a heap,
When thy risk never know me,
How to lose,
When I never started,
How to force thy heart, nerve, and sinew,
When serving equals absurd,
How to hold on,
When there's nothing to hold

How to talk and keep thy virtue,
When thy soul is lost,
How not let friends hurt you,
When loving means hurting too,
How to let men count with me,
When counting means torture,
I just want to be a child once more,
And not to be a Man that kills the Earth.