Smile. Breathe.
You’ll recognise yourself in your own eyes.
Don’t rush. It’s beautiful.
It’s worth the fractured smiles and the bleeding hearts.
Your soul will recover faster than your bones,
just give it time
to heal.
Succumb to the darkened spirit when your body’s overrun,
But let the moon die to save the sun.
We wait in the darkness because the light is coming.
Erratic though they are, the dribs and drabs of life, carress the stranger who lives outside of you.
Touch them.
Let them make you
Feel alive.
Amy Elizabeth Poetry 