Easier said than done, my dear,

like catching stars with trembling hands.

But still, I insist—

don’t mourn what’s lost,

for this life

is but a bridge to what lies beyond,

a fleeting test, shimmering in the dark.

 

I’ve tasted pain,

swallowed burning amber,

each agony a comet

slashing through my soul’s sky.

Listen, I tell you,

patience—a resolute anchor

amid the stormy, swirling chaos.

 

This too shall pass,

like shadows vanishing

when dawn breaks the horizon.

All darkness, all sorrow,

fleeting wisps of cosmic dust,

awaiting the light to carry them away.

 

Distance yourself from those

who sow seeds of betrayal,

their gardens heavy with thorns,

devouring your precious energy,

leaving you weary—

an echo lost in empty chambers.

 

Life, at times, seems an unjust tempest,

you question fate’s cruel hands,

but remember,

each heart bears its own trials,

an orchestra of struggle

playing in the sky of stars.

 

Overthinking spins

a web too tight,

suffocating the spirit’s laughter.

Release it—let the winds carry

your worries like leaves,

dancing to the rhythm of hope.

 

Eventually, bitterness will fade,

the weight of grief will lift,

so lace up your shoes—

step into the world’s embrace,

where each footfall whispers

of resilience,

and the cosmos leans in,

to remind you:

you are not alone.