Smile, Don’t Weep

I cannot weep

Any more

Something better

Greater

Not less

Than the tired

“my eyes are dry”

I simply do not see the sense

Gifting salt and water

When there is more to give

People who need me

Whether wiping their messes

Smiling my smile

Fixing my face, and while

Optimistic is not my sighted self

The half-mask is needed

And more wanted

Than the cast-off and cast out

No, when hurt you rise

Wait years, and cut again

You halt the blade within your hand

For your accounts

Your grimaces, dreams and growls

Are yours

And if the lover does not want you

The enemy hates you

Or, most like

The few remain half-attached

You can only win to show your strength

So do not weep

Do not bottle;

But use that rage

The humour, chill or heat within that head

Towards your purpose

It will draw true loyalty or love

And if I have not found it

Not enough stumbles have I seen

And with clear eyes, one sees before me

The multitude we do have.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.