to say no to the little thoughts and voices and

the notes you write to yourself

the lists of wrongs and never rights

that keep you up at night, I’m telling you

are unproductive as it gets

you’re a little bit scarred

a little bit scared

to ride for a while

and when you do you

fasten your training wheels back on

with a little shame

but eventually, you can

take them off again

I can’t survive this mountain climb

and stormy nights where I lose my footing in

the torrent of your apathy

and then I see a misty light and live for that

make your engine strong and

pour in

gallons of your bitterness

to fuel the fire to make it fly

and distant stars will light your way

far far away from even the sunrise

Memorize a simple phrase or two

just do it.

But is it really that simple?

they can’t see the invisible

like the goodness of your heart

or how you cry yourself to sleep

because words sting a little

okay, a lot