Dearest Summoner,
There is no vengeful god, there aren’t bodies littering your path, reaching out with their hands full of rot, to hold you down, to not let you pass. There’s only you and the enemy that is yourself.
There’s only your own jagged teeth
sinking into your strong flesh,
only your unrelenting hands stretching your strength,
only your tired mind travelling averse,
only your caring heart pained with a curse.
There isn’t any ugly that doesn’t seep out through the mud you battle within with, there isn’t any beauty tainted if not for the ones falsely painted on your eyes to begin with.
There lay no weakness
in the sculpture of your heart,
in the foundation laid to shatter
even the most precarious of attacks;
But the climate of harshness was too strict and too stubborn to not have met you with a nasty crash, to not have left you withering with cold seeping through your newly found cracks.
And if you still find yourself lost
in the forest of your enchanted dreams,
with blinds covering your eyes
hiding your might in plain sight,
then I must remind you that the heart of the brave remains brave, only a dusty cloth of sadness and unresolved pain leads one astray. The foundation can be built again, once your unforgiving hands leave your body bare to lend their aid to your asking soul.
The ugly is only ugly
till it’s bereft of love,
and beauty is only tainted
till your tears don’t run down your face enough.
Remove the blinds, and see it to be the truth, for you must beautifully paint with your hands that were once draped and bruised. The destiny will melt into your heated hands, ready to be made into an altering event if that’s an unspoken desire you once thought so grand.
Let the win be yours,
for the failures have been,
and let the life be yours,
for the pains of it have been.
Enough battles have been fought with lonely hands and wrenching pain in your heart. Let there be unyielding armor protecting you and your cause, and this time let there be a sword you wield to carve what’s meant to be yours. Let victory be yours.
Summon, dearest.