if you were born with
the weakness to fall
you were born with
the strength to rise.
(Rupi Kaur)
I don’t remember the exact words, those are just a rough approximation. I’m not even sure if it was the words, the optimistic, kind tone or just how undaunted he seems to be in the face of all this. I would have never thought a poem could make things better, but it seems to have brought me more energy, more determination to the end of this. But just a few days ago I didn’t think a lot of things…
This has been an absolute mess. I barely even remember most of that last battle. Just foul smelling smog everywhere and axes swinging from the darkness. Such chaos. What am I doing here? I spent most of it on the floor, barely managing to get my wits together to do anything. Whilst minotaurs pounded at my friends and a spindly man played with the contraption in this Colossus to smoke us out.
I can still hope that the Lady of Coins will listen to sense, though given how this has gone I am less convinced. Is hope what keeps us going?
‘Hope’ is a thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all.
(Emily Dickinson)