You are not a piece of land to be split into acres or provinces
that can be easily sold off to the highest bidder.
Instead, you are here to stay, no matter how much
every pulse of blood feels like an anxiety attack
or a sledgehammer tearing down a dilapidated building
covered in peeling paint and cobwebs.
There’s a reason Noah’s ark stayed afloat during the flood:
because it was filled with animals whose hearts
were so clear and light that they buoyed up the ship
through even the heaviest and darkest of waters.
You don’t have to be a carbon copy of those other hearts,
or even made of carbon: just be the best you can be,
made of silver slowly making its way into gold
that someone else will want to spend ages panning through.
If you try to take a nap now, you’ll never want to wake up,
or want to see what the world is like at 3AM
when everyone else is asleep but somehow
you are still able to see in the dark.
— “10 Word Poem” series - #16 (via guy)
Story of my life.