I hope this letter finds you well, but if I know you at all, I know better.
Last I saw you, you weren't really there, eyes flitting over a paper that exuded bad news.
I saw your past consume your mind. Did you ever find 'you' again in that tempest?
I know it haunts you every day, the fact that you gave but don't have what you want.
You'll play it off like it's nothing at all, but that wall was built to kill those who climb it.
Your light diminished with each word in that letter, but you'd better not stop 'til you're finished.
I can't do it for you, but I'll be on the sideline buying you time and good fortune.
May resilience prevail; to fail by not fighting's a sin.
Please believe my reasoning is sound. From a friend to a friend, I need you to come around.
Let go of the grief so that you may see.
Sincerely, your alter ego,
Topic(s) of this poem: struggle
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