I Have to Tell You This

Daughter, Son.

I have to tell you this; it is hard, to be ones own shield.

To wake up every morning, dealing with all sorts of swords,

Trying to kill your motivation, your dreams, and dry you up.

Your mind is a powerful tool, but never be a fool.

Be alert; always ready to convert.

Situations in which are no longer clear, will bring fear.

I tell you to stand, and never feel bland.

Remember every level has a devil.

I have to tell you this, daughter, son, always strive, and never lose your drive.

                                                                                                Yours truly,

by apoetswish

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