A fighter tires from a battle that spells defeat. Clouds hover, blanketing walls of defences. Dreams drift into scatters of seedlings, covering springs of hope. The swords draw shame with rust and filth collected from wars and inhumanism. Distant faces swell lingering thoughts. Sparkle-welled eyes; such sorrow, such hesitation.

Every tear you lay, I will swallow. Every song you sing, I will hold. Every laughter you shout, I will remember. Every scar you keep, I will heal. Another word of negativity I hear? Hush now, dear. With me you shall refuse fear. With honeyed breaths, life is saccharine no matter what situations bring. With you here, imperfection is flawless.