Life's Like A Compote Of The Desserts Poem by Mark Heathcote

You have given fear power over life
Joy has watched out the window tearful
If not all erstwhile, during your short adult life.
Happiness has been swept aside —
Here deliberately brushed under a fraying carpet.
But your biography is still an unwritten document
Already I saw it has many dark inkblots,
Blank pages, they testify, I don't tell a lie.
There's no use in you crying, my child,
You must grasp join all these missing fibre optics
Loop them end to end.
Let love for yourself guide you
And be your very own best friend.
Life's like a compote of the desserts my child
Don't be afraid, taste each and every one!
Taste the sour with the bittersweet
Ah, this shall only make you strong,
Putting happiness back into your heart
Where it always belonged.