Don’t let thoughts of letting go,
Molest your peace of mind.
Don’t let death seduce you into its outstretched arms.
If you wish to consort with pain,
Do so by dreaming dreams that can break,
But also allow you the pleasure of rebuilding.
Let the ‘p’ that tantalizes your overthinking,
Be of possibilities and not problems.
Don’t scoff at the prospect of befriending hope.
All it ever wanted was to be of help,
When whorls of addictive sleepless thinking abused you,
Substantially bullying you into seeking sanctuary,
Under the deceptive security blades could offer.
The warmth you yearn was never externally present,
It has always been internally accessible.
Intangible but susceptible to your needs.
A light you’ve carried by subconsciously disguising it,
As worthlessness and a self-deprecating opinion,
Of your true worth that is a hundredfold,
Brighter a flame than your self-immolation.
You say it’s all clichéd and unconvincing,
But undecorated truths are always preferable,
To court with all their nobility than ornamented lies,
That caress your sense of reality and perception.
For once dally with pain that accompanies,
The rebuilding of your structure at the hands,
Of your own novice architecture.
Let the uncertainty be a guide pushing you towards,
The untried pursuits of happiness,
You do not believe to exist outside of imagination.
But if you want to believe anything,
Know that you are the candidate most deserving,
Of your friendship and kindness,
That you are unwilling to bestow upon yourself.