Redefined

You mimic motions of joy, yet I see you paralyzed by your pains. You desperately try to silence your tears yet I hear the erratic beating of a heart hurled in agony. Your inner chaos convicts and confines you to your room-turned-cave; you behave in accordance to your master – the disasters scattered among the chamber of your soul. For you, they have created a pit, a hole in which you crawl into, never to feel the sensation of sunlight; so I ask you, tonight, to take my hand Follow me under the starry night to a place where weepers are welcomed and shortcomings are celebrated - where fires are set to faults, where perfection is overrated. Tell the musicians your story and watch the glory they bring. Let them play your pains for us to dance, hold hands, and sing. We will laugh and hum while guitars strum your sorrows. Unearth and unbind your buried burdens so that the music may set them ablaze and may the flames be guiding stars for those blinded by similar ills. No longer will you be drowned by your own tears. Let them spill and replenish the desert-hearted; for they may be the saving grace for the otherwise departed. Traverse the uncharted wearing your pains like badges of honor and embrace the salutes of those stunned to see one who’s claimed victory over their own demons. Know that through all seasons, help is only a hug away. Know that a day is only a day no matter how it ends. And know that during your darkest hours only those daring enough to remain with you until dawn shall be called your friends. May your miseries be a compass for lost souls. Withhold not a parable of your pains; offer the world your scars and watch how much it gains. (Dedicated to all silent sufferers)