Please, it is not the weight, it is not the fight

Love takes hold when it is right.

Help them to arise from the shame and guilt

It has broken that which was deep within

Yet hate cannot cut the root!

There is a slumber you must not sleep

For it can drag you off your feet

And into the bowels of an abyss so deep

You may never understand the way out to love again,  as deep.

So do love through all the pain,

It will eventually sprout again.