Intelligent,
willpower beyond recognition,
far beyond our scope,
dreaming gently of great things.
Your intentions were pure,
they always are,
I find it odd,
how easily you fell away.
Your shoulders are burdened,
your countenance taxed,
weight of the world,
so afraid of death.
So much fear,
you've lost your way,
don't be afraid,
your good deeds do not go unpunished,
You are so proud,
and rightly so,
you are among the greats,
and much will be your reward one day.
What you lack is courage,
belief without sight,
truth without proof,
love without reservation,
but as luck would have it,
you already have it,
traits simply waiting for re-inclination.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Intelligent,
willpower beyond recognition,
far beyond our scope,
dreaming gently of great things.
Your intentions were pure,
they always are,
I find it odd,
how easily you fell away.
Your shoulders are burdened,
your countenance taxed,
weight of the world,
so afraid of death.
So much fear,
you've lost your way,
don't be afraid,
your good deeds do not go unpunished,
You are so proud,
and rightly so,
you are among the greats,
and much will be your reward one day.
What you lack is courage,
belief without sight,
truth without proof,
love without reservation,
but as luck would have it,
you already have it,
traits simply waiting for re-inclination.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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