Battle

The heart shall
persevere,
and life comes
with assuréd exuberance.

Worry not,
sweet young one,
these tears of ours
cleanse aching fears.

Our prayers shall be
made come morn,
and fall upon
shapely ears.

Breathe,
breathe and calm
your trembling soul.

It is too beautiful
to be in pain,
to hold such indecisiveness
within you.

All shall come and go,
to walk the cobbled path
that has many caretakers.

Smile through your grief,
and allow your strength
to show and shine.

We are more than the sum
of our parts, no matter
how cherished each shard.

Little one,
who has grown so much,
stand tall with serenity.