All That Is You

All That Is You

Sister mine, your heart does weep,

but pity, nay, not even when you sleep,

for your strength is honed in troubled times,

not while you sit to speak in rhymes,

beyond the pain, above the sorrow,

where one day you will perch in all of your tomorrows,

the storm you weathered, which eroded your heart,

will be as nothing in the light of a brand new start,

but until such time when you are set free,

remember most that you are the key,

and never more do you walk alone,

nor my friend, do you have to atone

for others sins and wrongful deeds,

tis not your job to pluck the weeds.

If nothing else you hear in your haste,

remember while your life lays in waste,

that you are loved, oh yes, tis true,

you are loved for all that is you.