Chin-up lad. You've still

Chin-up lad. You've still got some
Worth to gift the world. You were
Once a bright, smart boy who never
Settled. Sought your answers in the
Thick of it all. Took little shit;
Did it with grace and strength.
That's your core, boy. If only that good
Could run you simply you'd be just You.
Just something honest and straight
To feed a fire of better warmth,
To give as well as to receive.
Reconnection
In a disarray of reflection
Makes for this glacial pace
Of important change for which
I'm charged.
I cannot wait until I'm whole.
Such hallow,
Deeply rooted.
But that hurt was a lover,
And a teacher,
An addiction, a friend.
Beautifully splendid company.
I will never forget my
Dark, darling,
Fire breathing, charming,
Host of seven glorious years
Of my imperfect existence.
You make me miss
What once seemed like
Mere moments of simple nothing.