What Matters…

Contemplating on it

For a long time

It seems like

The only option left

In the suspended drop of time

The only right thing to do

Because you are worth

Anything but life

That’s what you are convinced

That is what is reinforced

You have to be

The perfect size,

Have to attain the

Ordained number

Of people around you

To call “friends”

Even if it means

Throwing yourself away

From who you really are

Doing things that may not always

Be right

Hanging in there

Surrounded by

Venomous flames

Even if it leaves your soul scorched

With so many voids to fill

So many ropes slashed

That it won’t matter, really

If you cut your veins too

No one will mind

But then

It’s your choice

Because there is a gift you’ve been given

When you breathed for the first time

You are still a hope in the eyes

Of those who care

Who have salvaged the

Remains of the injured strings

Binding you to them

It won’t be right to end it, you know

To blow off the candle of hope

You have in yourself

What does it matter, honestly?

If your body is the way it is

Or if you have less than the right number

Of people around

If you have yet to learn a lot?

What matters is to know

You have time

And

You have the perfect home for your soul