June 2, 2016 by Sez
This is for a friend going through a rough time. As we who fight the brainweasels tend to flock together, this might apply to a few people who read this. I love you all.
CN: re depression/suicidal feeling
I do not want to spread the world before you
Urge you to see its beauty
Taste its kindness
When your soul is too sick, just now,
To digest such richness
So that the beauty curdles in your eye
And the kindness surges, sour, when swallowed.
If you were sick to your stomach
I would not force a banquet down your throat
To remind you of the wonderful flavour of food.
I will not cite your kindness, or your wit,
My admiration for you
As evidence that you must stay alive
To keep on being wise and kind for me.
If your pain was in your throat
I would not demand that you kept on singing
As if the pleasure your pain could provide me
Were worth a price that only you pay.
I won’t try to make you feel guilty
For wanting to escape the pain.
As though feeling bad about yourself
Were the cure
For feeling bad about yourself.
You don’t treat third degree burns
With scalding water.
But if you can manage a sip
Of the love that we all have for you.
The cup is waiting.