• You do not have to be perfect.
    You do not have to beg and plead
    and pray for absolution
    from the angry voices of the world
    or your mind. Love yourself.
    Speak out loud your fears
    and we will shout at the dark
    together.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the beauty of possibility
    refracts brightly in the palm of your hand.
    Meanwhile, enjoy the wild thoughts,
    those moments where you entertain the idea
    of never going home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how trapped
    you perceive yourself to be, the future
    is a beacon of freedom.
    A lighthouse shining in the violent storms
    of uncertainty.
    A soft, impatient voice pleading you to forsake
    your family and precious things.