Be brave
You already are
Look what you survived through
The wounds of your past have closed
The seemingly endless chapter ended
The dark bruises faded lightly
The battle left you scarred
And your still here
Be brave

We see words lined up pretty,
spelling out sorrow.
Like beautiful crying ladies
we want to help
but also want to touch.
I never know when or how
to express that I am here for a poet.
Love, is it ever just a poem to you?
Or do you actually mean to slit your wrists?
Is writing the only way you escape?
Should I stop and whisper empathy
or should we just continue
to admire
each other's talent?

There are so many roads you can take
To reach your destination in life
The busy road, the lonely road and broken road
You step on so many footsteps
Wondering, whether they will lead you there
So many roads, all seems to be leading somewhere
Which one do you choose?
Or you take the road everyone takes, without thinking
No matter where you are
And you want to reach there, maybe alone
You are there carving a new road for yourself
Being on the road, the lonely traveler
With many experiences to gather
You can be the best storyteller, when you are there
After a long and arduous journey

We do go on
get through
renew.
We do.

At times it's tough,
heartbreakingly rough
and we say
enough is enough
but
we do go on
don't we.