For the impatient,

for the ambitious,

for the timid,

for the fearful.

To all the introverts

and poets,

for those who feel,

but don't show it.

To the quiet,

to the loud,

to the masses.

I write this to you,

I write this for you.

Here's a nod to the

misunderstood,

a high-five to the

underachiever,

a hug for the lonely,

solace to the scared.

A light in the dark,

shelter in the storm,

the beautiful beyond the norm.

This is what you need to hear,

a steady voice,

a friend is near.

A connection to the disconnected,

I hear you.

If you're on the edge,

let this pull you back.

If you're at the end of

a thread-bare rope...

step back,

step down,

there

is

hope.

I’m not sure why

every leaf must die.

Returned to Earth,

resting beneath the

sky.

Destined to dust.

If there’s life,

death,

a must.

Brown with decay,

a tinge of green,

a last farewell before

it’s unseen.

The dirt devours,

reclaiming the leaf

in its final hours.

When it starts to get dark,

I hear my mom say:

Take...

a...

breath.

You are NOT

the first, the last, or the only

to be enveloped in darkness.

But,

you my dear,

are a little piece of coal

under pressure.

THAT makes you a diamond,

harder than any other rock.

Shine through my darling,

my little diamond,

in the dark,

you

are

FABULOUS.

You are my gem,

my little diamond girl,

conquerer of the world.

F what "they" think,

you will survive.

The beauty of this world

is not BORN,

it is made.

Sparkle and shine,

baby doll of mine.

Even the darkness

eventually

becomes the light.