Fear is excruciating fullness;
fearlessness annoying,
like a bee
buzzing,
bumping
against your skull.

Mymum's gota posterdeer nailed to her livingroomwall. She wentout oneday witha saw and cutdown somebranches ofa birch. She put'hem around herstag.

You take one step
...
and then another.

You don't look back;
you do not bother.

And,
while you wait,
you're mind's
whistling
a tune.

"Truth is bound to stones
and thrown into the water,
never to be retrieved."

Dear Tom,

Here's a list for thee of
things that I can't see
in you:

[...]

Eradicate the stains,
dust off
what remains
of me.

Love, YD

I know it's hard sometimes
when things haven't lined up

or they have
but you feel hungry,
exhausted:
your vision's blurry --
kees wabbly.

Remember this then:

You chose this path,
you had those dreams,
surely (surely!)
it's not as bad as it seems.

You're worth it all,
you'll get support --
just ask for it,
just let them walk
beside you.

Don't drive yourself crazy

but
stand up strait,
smile a little,
be gentle-hearted,
and
hard-working.

Things
will
in time
fall
into place

piece
by
piece.