A poem for those trying to be more.

A word for those who hurt.

You told me

one day beside the tracks

that waylaid waste to your dreams

that you only saw yourself

as an anomaly 

that no one could see.

No one could uniquely see

the hidden pain that you didn't show

on purpose I thought, or so I thought...

but I was wrong.

but not wrong soon enough,

Like the late leaves

Midwinter's freeze

and all fell naught

But now I would say

"don't like your rivers run dry

cheer up

there is indeed a brighter side"

Those cracks will heal,

you will forgive

and you'll mend"

You'll tap into that heart of yours

to give your best again"

Don't let the dark fall on a frown

nor let tears fall unaccounted,

make them up with memories

and the song a birds sings"

Let your past remain,

and let the future hang

and simply be,

my favorite,

favorite

thing:

You

Author's Note

I think being you is a very hard thing indeed, and so far all the pain you've gone through to gain identity, to gain freedom, to gain love will be worth it in the end. Did you find your purpose, your meaning amongst all the sorrow, the laughter, the ups and downs life daily tosses our way? Be authentically you, it's rare to not pretend.