Rest. You did well
Today.
Smiled when you didn't have
To. Worked when you
Didn't want to.
Rest. You

Left nothing for the next day  
That was truly
Critical.
You've earned

All the trust that tomorrow
Requests;  
The hopes you have for it seen as
Solid matter.

Listen to the wind moving
The branches of the Tree of Time.
It sings of you.
It sings of how good you are
At Life.

Listen.
Listen and
Rest. Rest
Knowing you can do it.  
You already are.

The word trying
stumbles from your mouth
I wonder how long it has been rotting
on the back of your tongue

In the next sentence
the word sorry
tiptoes across your lips
tries to find sympathy
in my gaze

I am choking
just as you are
finally learning to speak

Trying
Sorry
No

When she was a child
is when she found her love.
She explored the stories,
and they fit her like a glove.
It was amazing,
how they kept her so entranced.
It was beautiful,
how her imagination danced.
But then came the characters
that had no fatal flaw.
Everywhere she looked,
her dull reality she saw.
Unhappy with this,
she read more and more.
She ignored those to close to her
and it struck them to the core.
She was too busy
in her grave of books.
Hiding herself away
in her secret nooks.
All there was
were printed words,
that flew around
like cartoon birds.
In the end she kept adding
to her collection.
Hoping one day,
Society would reach their perfection.

w.j.w.k