"stouthearted" poems
Please do not think I will run from your anxieties.
In fact I will do entirely the opposite.
I will open the door,
I will invite them in,
And I will stand there, strong, steadfast, stouthearted
And I will stare them in the face.
Not for you, but with you, hand in hand.
I will be there at the end of the day to tell you you're amazing.
And that all those things you think make you weak, prove just how strong you are.
I'm not saying we'll move mountains together, I am telling you that despite the rain, the sunshine, the rocky terrain, the laughter, the tears, the heartache, the pain, I will be here, time and time again.
To remind you
That every time you walk into a room, you don't just light it up,
You set it on fire.
I won't ever stop trying to build bridges over the canyons in your soul.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
In the whimsical arbitrariness of the sky, a beauteous star illumined distinctly—
that even when concealed by the vivid and sharp rays of the sun,
a brush of hint of your existence unceasingly radiates before my eyes.
Do you, of little stature in the eyes of many,
know how much I adore you for the way you glister?
Continue to scintillate— for a stouthearted like you must know how much value lies inside of you.
Never grow sullen and let nothing bedim you,
for in any turn of events you shall compose yourself my love.
Know that in times when you shine a little less bright than before—
I was already stricken blind.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC