Don't give up.
Don't lose hope.
The malicious voice you hear
in your head is not all knowing.

Lift your head from the tears.
Lift your head despite the pain.

Somewhere ahead,
hope is there,
its light still glowing.

Somewhere, far or near,
someone holds you in their mind and heart,
as someone treasured,
someone dear.

Whether or not you know it,
whether or not you know who,
someone prays for a better day
for the heart broken,
for the crushed.

Someone hopes for those
who think they're never enough
to someday know.

You are more than your scars,
more than your tears,
more than the mistakes,
regrets and guilt
that has chased you for years.

There is someone,
who hopes you'll never lose the will to fight,
and you'll continue on in this struggle of life.




Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 873 AF.