Dearly Yours

If this is the place where the world tippy tilts

Over the edge, into the void, into the place where

All of our hard work has amounted to nothing,

I have scraps of dying birds that want to be better birds

And those birds with my alchemical savvy�"all that I have�"

Will see the sun before melting, done, and I’ll grin, helpless

 

You’ll see me put my knowledge on paper, like bandages, savor

The salve that makes the burns a bit more bearable, wearable,

And I’ll write down my heart and soul onto the papers like birds

Of a feather, and when it’s all brought together I may see the other

Side where the grass is green and the sun is warm rather than heinous

To live with, and perhaps I won’t dream of failing evermore, but

 

If I should fail, if you should see me curl into the world that states

That all my ways are child games and that I am meant to die this day,

This very way that I neglected the knowledge to live peacefully, live

Even with an ounce of dignity, and to die trying to find that little key

That leads to a world that only lives in the pits of my misery, where I say

To myself that there’s a brighter day to keep my heart from fading away

 

If all that I worked for, all that I hoped for, is all but ashes

Those who loved me will still have the stories,

All my heart and soul put into this one thing,

They’re yours to keep.