There will come a time when you will rise,
A moment when tears will no longer cloud your skies.
But until then, my dearest, burn—
In agony, in fear, in pain, in despair.
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Stay silent, step away,
Avoid the paths that lead you astray.
Shield yourself if you must,
From the chaos that shatters your faith.
And quietly,
Rise! Rise! Rise!
And slowly,
Fly! Fly! Fly!
Sweta
Stumbled Thoughts 