You are not the only one
with tired eyes, with shaking hands and
ribs creaky from carrying
too many sighs.

You are not the only one
who feels like a failure -
in the eyes of so many, and the
coldest gaze comes from
the mirror.

You are not the only one
lonely and misunderstood,
wracked with hopelessness and
headaches, heartbroken.

But you are the only one
with courage enough
to crumble mountains who refuse to move,
with passion brilliant enough
to build cities in between words,
with hands strong enough
to hold me
gently.

You are the only one
who is fierce enough
to fight the demons within you,
enough to convince whole worlds
to live underneath your ink,
enough to stand tall and say
you are more than what
numbers will tell you.

You are not alone.
I am here with you.
Always.