dear she who is about to complete the Poetry Marathon,

Let your nimble fingers dance upon the keys, there are only a few more hours before the sun hits the horizon and nine am comes.

You’ve been through some trenches and come out the other side. This too shall pass.

If you let your eyes rest and they arrived somewhere inside of a Dream  don’t fret, your awakening will come when the clock stops counting and so do you.

You are about to have accomplished something only few attempt and even less understand.

Feel proud.

Love,

me