Encouragement is a tool,
We often cannot shake
It is a process we must muster
That dark loneliness,
comes and goes.
It knows me by name,
and shames me to my room.
I've told it before I wanted to get out of bed,
and one day, it listened.
It came in the shape of a letter,
to my mother.
It told me, encouraged me,
I could write something with meaning
It told me to pick up a pen,
and splatter my thoughts
It told me I shouldn't find shame,
in writing in my bed.
I never found shame, in the pen that gave me encouragement
I wrote her a letter and told her I loved her
I told her..."loneliness isn't a curse. It's how I found my encouragement"