Don't fret sweet bloom

These wounds will heal soon

The seasons still harbor our names

That we've cradled for life and all that came

Our future

Your dreams

An album of memories

Looking up carries it's own weight

A burden we'll feel forever beneath our feet

Stop your trembling as the seasons restore our balance

Stand tall for as long as you face this mirror

Make your peace

Let it go

Push on and glance back for only a minute and no more

Hold your heart as you ascend past old aches

To lands not too far from a fire burning within

Feel the wind wipe your tears

All is well

Time remains

Looking up will give you all the answers you need

Original poem by Sarah Lucas