I heard someone say that when you’re
falling in or out of love,
every song on the radio is about you.
The same goes for this awful wonderful
experience that relates to your moment.
You could be dying and there isn’t a damn
thing you can do about it.
You can cry in the grass,
with the deepest feeling
and you know,
you only have the loyal air
which wipes your tears every time.
It’s time for the results,
the much awaited agony
It’s so scary,
You’d be lying to say it’s okay.
“Very sick” has always been
a code word for dying.
You may seem to be broken,
but my dear, you are not.
I know you have had a terrible battle
and there’s more packed up ahead.
It’s a horrible balancing act.
Nobody tells you that a lot of things
Your friends will never understand
that you can’t be honest anymore,
about most anything.
You have attacked this with a brutal will.
I have seen you all in a stew, helpless.
Who’d understand this better than you,
this has filled your life.
It never leaves your side.
I know you feel like just
physically curling into a ball
and snuggle the ones you love.
My dear, you’re mighty,
you can take anything and everything
they throw at you.
Don’t let anyone
tell you otherwise,
it’s obvious they have not met someone
as strong as you.
This will get better.
because pain is temporary
but letting yourself die from it
You will have that amazing call coming soon,
so go out,
get a little cycle on the way.
It’s recovery time!