We are siblings, you and I
Two halves to the same whole.
You crumble and crackle and scream your frustration
All darkness and fury, blood in the water.
Yes, I see you clearly:
You want to be more, but can't muster the will.
You want to be brave, but can't scrape up the strength.
You are the architect of your own cage, knotting strings around your
Yielding limbs and calling it Fate -
The cruel will of the universe turning its eldritch eye upon you
The malice of misfortune puppeteering you,
Dragging you along as its unwitting marionette.
But I see you clearly, friend, as no one else has or will:
You are the puppeteer -
And the marionnette
The master of thyself and none
For apathy is a convenient place to sink your head
To close your eyes and plug your ears
And say you did your best, though you've done nothing -
Are nothing -
And destined for the same.
But I am here, friend,
And I believe that together,
You and I can be more.
For I am you and you are me
And though the night is long and black,
Eventually, the dawn must rise to take its place.
So in your great darkness
I will be the morning
The brilliant rays of metamorphosis
Come to sear away the shadows