Darling (Poem)

Darling,
I’m not going to lie to you.
I won’t fill your mind with quixotic fairytales,
vacant promises and jubilant dreams.
I’m not going to hold your hand, reassure you,
tell you that your life will be ideal,
it will be complicated. That is the truth.
You will struggle.
A tiny speck of stardust called hope,
will become the elixir you need the most.
Your pillow, stained with tears.
Your heart, heavy and broken.
Your mind, a cloud of chaos.
Moments of isolation, panic, fear.
Blinded by a forest of darkness.
Lost without a compass to guide you.
But what you don’t know darling,
is how strong you are.
You will not see the light
for some time,
but when you do,
it will radiate.
Flow beneath
your skin, enlighten you.
Darling, you will rise like a phoenix.
You beautiful warrior.
You can do it. I believe in you.
Struggle, to find your strength.
Fall, to find your bliss.
Hope, to find your way.
EJ
©Emma-Jane Barlow, all words are my own.