Take strength, little one,
From hunkering down inside your soft blanket
With your head underneath,
Don't think of the so many icons of your own self-doubt,
They don't exist;

Be brave, your are on the edge of your precipice,
Don't look down so struggle on like clouds;
The grey clouds coming rushing through like lightening
storm fast foward;

Take strength, you fragile kind-hearted loser,
It feels as if the universe hates you,
But it hurts us all;
Just let it all wash over you like a dry cloth,
And bolt down into your bed where no one can find eyes,
It all dissolves into a melted jigsaw puzzle in there -
Now it doesn't matter what is right and what is wrong.



Pippa