Initial Conditions

her hate hurts

her hate hurts
it turns my hope to tears:
in an instant drains oases
and leaves me standing
where the mirage once was,
on dusty ground,
pitted by dripping only,
soil so arid it has trouble
soaking up each bouncing drop
and though riverfulls have fallen
no rivulets can be carved in stone.
planted here,
along with faith, i see hope evaporate,
on this untillable soil,
incapable of accepting a single seed,
so i will leave,
i will find a soft patch elsewhere,
and tend to myself there
until someone comes along who will tend with me
and maybe then we can grow our own blueberries
where her hate can no longer hurt me

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Beware: There is a type of person I call the destroyer of dreams. They will say they support you, that they believe in you, but won't let you try, let alone succeed.

It can be hard to recognize one of these, and even harder to break free, but you have to defy them. It's your future, your happiness, your duty.

Take on the projects. Do the hard things. Whims are worth it. Follow your heart. Don't listen to the haters. I promise you'll succeed sooner or later, or at least be happy you tried.