if one person were to reach down and lend me their hand; i would not be too proud to take it.
let me pull myself to my feet and cease crawling midst the dust of the life i used to have.
i would stop looking for dimonds in the coals and pick frayed ribbons up off the floor, left over from all of the love given to me while i was in the dark and could not see.
i would wipe any tears from my eyes and accidently smudge my face with mud, I'm sure.
and you who saw me and knew i was alone would laugh sadly and tell me;
βeverything's gonna be okay, love yeah everything's gonna be alright.β
i'm not too fond of this poem myself, but as it's my creation , i'm obliged to love it despite it's choppiness and awkwardness. truly they're only faults of my own