Heal, my heart!
Heal, my darling.
The scars are rough,
The tissue’s raw,
But pain
It has subsided,
So, heal some more!

See, my sombre mind!
See brightly,
With all your might
Through fog and thaw.
The road,
It’s rather sightly.
So, see, Encore!

Rest, my calloused feet,
Rest swiftly
Upon the meadow’s floor.
Before the path turns
Thorny,
Rest peacefully
Once more!

Write, my tired hand,
Don’t fight it!
Sow words upon the world!
For Gods know,
Reprieve,
It’s rather spiteful
And callous to the core.