Rise, my dear.

My dear,
You’ll be alright.
All of this — all will be gone.

Your agony,
and anger
will all — be gone.

Go to sleep.
In your sleep you’ll find beauty,
will find love,
and escapades – from your dark real mind.
And when the sun rises,
you’ll rise too.
Strong and great.

Now, my friend,
Get out!
From this entirely black room of yours.
And stop!
Stop being neurotic.

It’s time to rise.
Rise with the sunshine.
A star you will be at night.
But not too soon.
You’ll shine first,
and play for a while in the lawn.

My friend.  

September 28, 2018

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