slow
drops
of water

dripping off the ceiling
each drop, echoing,
sending a slow pulse,
down the calm river of your soul

a choral of flutes
letting it melt away
down your chest
and away from your forehead

the paint of the river
bending life itself
wringing out the tension
of your heart

the pain of your eyes
swollen from tears
and the skin of your eyelids
burned to a leather

drop your heavy malice
what's done is done
you can lay down
this is your story

keep going on with life
you're doing so well
and youve got so many more adventures
and youll handle those well too

you've got this, man
you made it this far,
and whats one more
if youve already got this many scars

just remember to keep your head up high
you were never less,
yourself was just unknown

and youve got amazing friends
who care about you,
and dont want you to be alone

hang in there