Hold on, dear heart.
This too shall pass.
Time’s a great healer.
This too shall pass.
You might stay broken,
But you shall breathe,
Wake up, hunt and kill.
Survival is key.
They are not you.
You are not theirs;
No one belongs
To anyone or anything.
Accept what is –
You’re on your own
Dear heart, hold on.
This too shall pass.
You have to walk
A little longer.
Your mask must stay;
The show isn’t over.
Take control dear heart,
You know what you want.
You have no savior,
But yourself, dear heart.
You’ve given away pieces
Of yourself, dear heart
To those who didn’t want it
Or know what it was.
You’ve done this yourself
And you’ll do it again.
‘Coz life isn’t poetry
It’s a long long march.
Stay in line,
Find the rhythm.
Slap on a smile
‘Til the curtains are drawn.
Strength, dear heart
Is accepting the truth.
That we are in the end
Only “virus with shoes” on.*