Don't Give Up On Yourself Just yet

February 21, 2020

I know it’s hard.
Feelings seem to weigh on you
Like heavy stones in your bag.
It’s hard to find a falling leaf
When the wind blows hard
And the streets are gushing with
People whose eyes are lamps with no light.
But don’t give up just yet.

I know.
It feels empty
Without friends who seem
To get you
Or a life that makes sense.
You’re not sure
You’ve made the right mistakes
Yet you’re more afraid to admit
You didn’t choose to chase the right
Calling leaf.
Perhaps face the bitterness
Of regrets.
Still, don’t give up just yet.

You should have probably
Spoken when your words
Simply stopped in your throat.
Fear is etched ever since
On your vocal cords
When you’re trying to say
I’m a falling leaf.

But you can’t give up just yet.
Because as long as
You’re writing this
Or reading this
Or whispering this silently in the
Chambers of your soul;
As long as your heart is gasping for free air
Your breath knows
The route
To an untold story
Where all leaves fall
Into trees with trunks and fruits.

So perhaps
You’ll give up later.
But first,
Turn on the volume
Of that small part in you
That knows a bigger life.
Turn the music on and let
Yourself dance wild and blindfold.
Sing the notes of the one
That somehow
Hasn’t given up.

Perhaps there is medicine
In the honesty of this loneliness.

Perhaps there is innocence
Hidden in this pain.

Perhaps there is poetry
In all the non existing things
That somehow live
In each breath.



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