It comes to this, that my list of daily tasks—once
riddled with boundless hope and the sweet, small
seemings of an average life—has dwindled and now
boasts only four words, or sometimes five if
the week has grown long. They are simple, but
I wield them like the intricate blessings of
a prayer against the dark night's grasping arms:
Do not be sad.
Please
(please, please)
do not be sad.