Press On

If I could I would take the reins of the sky from your hands

Turn off the tirade of angst before it pulls you down like quicksand

The hourglass ticks slowly for your death not

There are always happier times ahead fret naught

If sadness be the stepping stone for joy

Press on gently and let us be buoyed

– a.h.

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” Don’t cry, child, everything will be okay. ” – 05.09.15

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