I
When the darkness is upon your Self;
your good spirits gone, mood down.
You stare into the Void, like a whelp;
getting a glimpse, like a prey lost its stealth!
Don't despair, find your calm alone;
the inner storm under your control, done.
Be yourself, even then it hurts the shelves.
II
When doubt lingers, and nothing seems to give;
breaking through your routines, no Peace of Mind.
Rejoice for the fleeting moment, you could reprieve;
take time from haste, to drink your coffee and tea.
Most shortcomings wane, then allowed to mull blind;
take time for Yourself, let tomorrow worry his lines.
Be yourself, push through the zone of absent leaves.
III
When everything seems, greater than your best;
you but a grey mouse, amid the horde of tigers.
Don't give a fuck, believe yourself behest –
You're your own Stalwart Hero, shining crest;
who can tame the dragons and trample on vipers!
Move on, even if ridicule and scorn your abider;
for Godspeed awaits, lost soul, be a Founding Priest!!
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