I was okay
with complete acclimation of being
swallowed up by anxiety.
Life can be unyielding,
more commonly than not
leaking hints of despair.
Observing things for what they are,
for what they potentially could be.
I advise you
[I advise myself]
to let the light in.
to let the darkness out.
Soon these sorrow felt nights
will be less a thing of the present,
and more so of the past.
If you can love me:
-when I am broken
-when I am bitter
-when I am sad
-when I don't want to awaken to the morning
with the sensation of the sun
cascading across my back.
If you don't desert me then,
you will deserve me in the "now."
