Your face hides from my unwavering eyes

as if it were masquerading through a sterile land.

It is shielded and guarded from not only me,

but the entirety of the world as well.

You must understand

that even after the storm

the clouds are reborn.

Through your trials and your plight

the world becomes more whole.

You may suffer, as many have suffered, and understand.

Your sacrifice is not all, for not.

You will not die from this pain.

You will not drown in all of this rain that is

flooding from your eyes, your heart,

your soul.

Pick up your slender chin

and arrive upon the plains of battle

with your heart upon your sleeves

and your fists up in arms.