He PM’d a twitter message:
“Life’s a risk for those who care.”
They have the power to destroy you,
or tear you apart with knuckles bare.
Another one once told me, “Deah,
don’t let them make you bitter.
Your strength is in your compassion,
and you’ve never been a quitter.”
Though, I can’t help, but feel conflated–
the winds of direction sucked from my sail.
It wouldn’t matter if gales picked back up,
the fabric is just something to impale.
So here I am being a defeatist,
chasing apathy around my head.
But eventually, this will fuel my fire,
and life will only stop me once I’m dead.