I am searching for words to make this all better,
Searching for a magic wand to take it all away.
Searching for words so I try to write this letter
For you so you may know a few truths today:
That a weary sigh can blow off candles faster
Than a breath blown out to change light into darkness
And that at times when doors seem shut by their master,
One lost and persistent guest could be the success
Towards the keys of that gatekeeper's doors and care.
That perhaps those one thousand deliberate knocks
You made calls for the one more knock your heart did spare.
Perhaps it is a mere maze of numbers and locks
And that you are the blindedfolded show and gliding on
Yet you don't know it and we stop and stare to see
That your fate is as close to you as the next dawn;
Only a heavy sigh away and you are free.
Hang in and climb on, life is a set of stories;
Stories to climb that turns into stories to tell,
And each one of us has a shoulder that carries
Burdens yet do search on for hearts therein to dwell.
A little sour? This place may taste a little sour
But that is how it is so you may treasure sweet.
Now, if you may, remind this to your troubled mind:
That only its thoughts do bring about your actions.
Make a thought of your heart staying strong, staying kind.
Think that you can shake off with that any defeat,
That you are a miracle waiting to unfold
And that eyes of hope stare at you with bottled cheers,
And when you stride beyond your pain you will behold
Eyes that carry revived secrets and joyful tears
Which have witnessed a moment of inspiration
By the last uninvited guest who felt her fears
Then marched on to her desired destination.