No longer can I see the reflection of the person I long to be. A mere sense of discouragement graces the cover of this life. Pondering for answers of which will never draw near. Trapped in solitude and insecurities far beyond aid. Conquering melancholia would sure to be a benefaction. Regrettably contentment is nonexistent in this life. If only I could overcome myself. Detach from a weak heart a weak soul.

Can I ever freed? I give love in return I ask for nothing. I am here to help not to be helped. I ask for nothing. I am claim but concerned not for me but you all. Do not fear me, rejoice in the light that reflects off my soul. For that is my factual offering to you. I am frail unable to inhale. I stand before you all myself this day. Asking for your hands to guild me. Give me your support in all that is I. 

I love, for that is my nature. I care and nurse those back to strength, for that is my nature. I am a guardian watching over the souls I love. I Stand here before you with my heart in my palm. I let you inhale all that is I. I ask of you to close your eyes and listen to my words so pure. 

Till the day I can see the reflection of the person I long to be. Till the Pondering fades for answers of which become clear. Till the solitude and insecurities go off into the oblivion. Melancholia would sure to be a conquered and the benefaction of contentment would overflow this life. To over come all the infirmity of the heart and soul.

…Be free for ever more.