standing alone
the safer side of sadness
a cold rock of fortitude
tasting your own thoughts
savoring none
a zestless
bland life
a beacon for an unsafe harbor
signaling lost travelers away
those who also are mislaid in the fog
needing comfort from their storms
as do you
do not be craven
avoiding all flares of hopes, imaginings
risking little
is it so difficult
so hard
so painful
were you hurt so bad
you are not dead
take hold of the helm;
steer towards that light
your beam of brightness
reach out to someone
be their symbol of hope
live.
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