Woman. Dancer. Poet. Daughter. Sister. Human. Friend? Emma.

You there. Yes, you. Woman, dancer, poet, daughter, sister, human. Friend?.. Maybe still. Come. Sit. Read. Does the past assume we will continue in future? Or does the present dictate that we are what we are? What are we? In the end, that is. Finite, I suppose. But what does the present say we are. Not what we were or who we will or might be, but who we are. Children, still. In that I don't suppose a thing. I know.
Woman: You are beautiful. I saw you today for the first time in a while. I got a good look. You look well. You look healthy. Do not confuse my words. Do not search deeper for something that isn't there. And do not reject them. Accept with grace. You are strong, though you profess weakness. I know you are, though I may not really know you. I see confidence in you. Let it shine brighter than you do.
Dancer: I've never seen you dance, but I've heard you're good. You look fit. It makes you happy, it keeps your mind, body and will strong. It gives you something to live for. Something you can feel. Keep it. Ignore what they say, if it makes you happy keep doing it. Even if you don't get where you want to, keep doing it and you'll find a way to, though the where may change.
Poet: Inside you there is a rhyme that always flows in 'free verse'. Sometimes the lines will sound the same but the meaning is more important. Your thoughts. Your last was joyful. Although I didn't show it, that made me smile. I was happy for you. Like the man on the white horse with a sash of blood, hades follows you. The fact that you were happy and it managed to get to paper showed it lasted. I hope this lasts for a long time. You deserve it.
Daughter: With this I don't know, but I feel as though I should mention it. You are not your father OR your mother. Whatever they say or do or don't say or don't do can only affect you so much. Don't let it get deeper. You are strong. You are strong. You are strong. I know you are.
Sister: We all have our things that make us different. In some you share with those you where born with. You may look at them, those siblings, and say they are better. Yes, they are at some but not at all. They are not better at what makes you you. And they never will be. Do not compare yourself. Do not fall in to the trap of self pity. You won't win. Ever. Whether it is demons or voices or illness, it will beat you down if you ask those questions. Why compare yourself to them when we love you for who you are?
Human: Within these billions we know you. Our sins cripple us but our life defines us. You are one in countless. You are part of something great and still individual. The human is no number. The human has a face, a name, a life, a love. You're not alone, as long as you remember to reach out.
Friend...: You know, I remember when you called me. When I cut myself off for my own reasons. Not just from you, from them all. I was surprised to hear your voice, but it was welcome. That meant a lot to me. It was the first time in a long while we had just talked alone together. I think that's what's missing. From my life in general. One-to-one time. All the times we've asked for the other to check out a rant or a poem. The times we've texted each other just to say 'hi' or to discuss. There have been shit times. Times of immaturity and idiocy and foolishness and shortsightedness. But will we let those times rule our relationship? Will we let death win rather than live life? Will we let the bad times over rule the good? How does that portray us if we do? Do we believe in life or death? The good or the bad in a person? Friendship or animosity? I say all these things to you as an observer, a man, a musician, a poet, a son, a brother, a human. A friend?.. Maybe still.


Ronan.