You’ll make it, I know you will,
You’ve come too far and now is not the time.
If only you stopped and thought about it all
The walls you’ve climbed, all the troubles crossed
All the failures faced, all the little victories
Look into the eyes of those beside you
The woman at the table
The man in the street
It’s there, deep set perhaps - but there all the same,
The very same terror as you
A flicker of recognition in both your eyes and then you
move on
So if they can live in temporary quiet desperation
Then so can you
And one day soon you’ll make it across
To where you can start again
I know you will
You’ve come too far, to stop.
bobby stevenson 2016
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