Alright, written Mid-October

Alright, written Mid-October

Just keep telling yourself: “Everything will be alright.”

If you can still hear that inner voice, it must be.

So long as you Remind yourself to smile

it means you still must care

even if only a little.

Each time that you struggle against the weight of every shadow in the world

no matter how futile the effort

you still haven't given up.

For every day you make it out of bed,
no matter how embarrassingly late,

you've made it once again across that rift,
and you are still afraid of falling in.

For those who may have lost their battles of will

and given in under the weight of night

know that your hate for that which locks you in

is still a final ray of soul sunlight

No one dares try to tell you this is fair,

and nothing yet can take it all away

but staying alive batters back the void

and that is all that's asked of you each day

Maybe when all our rays of light collide

they will become a brilliant star of hope.

So when we all see each other one day,

we'll shine out all our light, for those

who feel the sun has all but run away.