For the haunted:

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleeve/to peer into my eyes/
while I within deny their threats/and answer them with lies./
Mushlike memories perform/
a ritual on my lips/
I lie in stolid hopelessness/and they lay my soul in strips.
-"Remembering" by Maya Angelou


When Heartache splinters you into a million messy pieces,
Know that you are loved.

When Tragedy leaves you reeling in its devastating wake,
Know your prayers are heard.

When Loneliness becomes your faithful, sole companion,
Know you are not forgotten.

When Anxiety steals your confidence and ransacks your dreams,
Know that you have worth.

When Hopelessness stings your cheeks with an unexpected slap,
Know that tomorrow will come.

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