Take this cup, you're going to need

A little dram of courage.

Because this life, it ain't

Something you can slink away from,

My dear.



You might want to hie down to

The River of Regret and

Wade in your behind-the-scenes

Sorrow, but that just isn't living,

Is it?



Turn in that badge of shame

And guilt, and cast your eyes

To shore. You may totter

At the rocks, but you'll stand

Once more.



You've been burnt by a thousand

Unapproving glares, but you tell them

You've come from the same life-water

That slistered all of us into

Existence.



And despite the moke-words that drubbed

You in the thinking place that day

And knocked your soul toward the door,

You're done listening. This elision is

Final, M'dear.



Peel off that lowring face

Winnow opinions so only the ones

That heal you remain, and breathe in

All the graces of the sun before

The grave.



Be done with everything that slues you

Off your course. Wake up to

Living dreams, no more chimerical nightterrors.

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