to the do-ers

to the do-ers

who have seen bruises along their jawlines

dissipate into genuine compassion and clarity

to the do-ers

who see the beauty

in simplistic words

and broken wrists, mangled hair

to the do-ers

who know

the answers are found

in the middle of the mess

to the do-ers

with the endearing laugh

and the most bizarre, twisted way

of not giving up

to the do-ers

who would walk in the pouring rain

to the do-ers

whose minds are always bustling

like bumblebees

supplying grace

to the hopeless

to the do-ers

who are imperfect

to the do-ers

who are drenched in honesty

with a non-judgemental green glow

to the do-ers

whose passion is infectious

to the do-ers

who laugh in the face of indifference

to the do-ers

who make flowers bloom

inside hypothermic veins

to the do-ers:

show me your darkness -

it is unbelieveable

how capable and enough you are

hell,

always have been