To a half dead friend

Dear friend, hang on!

I know you feel half dead.

Still, hang on!

I know you are drowning in darkness.

I know it is hard to breathe.

Still, my friend, hang on!

I am not telling you,

my friend,

not to be afraid,

not to feel the cold.

I respect this wave of darkness

that comes crawling,

enwraping our bodies,

suffocating our dreams,

making us forget

the purpose of breathing,

the process of breathing.

I'm not telling you to be strong.

You already are.

I'm not asking you to control the monsters,

to kill the seven headed dragon,

to hold its heart in your hands.

No, my friend,

just hang on!

Baby steps towards light

forceful little movements

away from the dark.

Every day a small conquest.

Every night a little dream.

A short walk in the sun

The contemplation of a flower,

its elaborate simplicity

The gazing at a single star in the sky,

proof of our insignificance,

of our connection with it all

The feel of water on your skin,

the soothing warm temperature

or its energizing cold

The harmony of a song,

the beat that makes the heart pound,

the words that show you are not alone

Do Yoga.
Your body stretching,

your mind resting for a split of second

Take a hundred photographs

of the very same thing

See other angles,

other sides, other stories

Caress your own hair until you sleep,

You deserve to be caressed

Be gentle to your half dead soul

Details, my friend!

Life can resume from details

One brief smile every day

Force yourself

to be around those who love you,

Do not set deadlines

Do not care for watches or calendars

Ignore the shortcomings

of those who never met the dark seven headed dragon

Forgive them,
for they do not know!

Remember you are loved!

I know

To be loved can be a burden

when you want to let all go

Still, do!

Remember you're loved

There is a reason it is so

There is light in you!

There is love in you!

There is life in you!

Hang on, my friend! Hang on!

And you shall see it too!

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