Dry Your Eyes

Please don't cry.
Please allow that eye
to again become dry.
I can't stand by
as, inside, you die,
without me contributing to the lie.
I can't allow you,
in all of life, to
quit on what you do.
We both knew
you would get blue
but you are one of the strong few.
Now is not when to go
or even to go with the flow,
as we both know,
but you must say no
to all the crow
even when it gets you low.
You will rise above
with a supporting love
that raises you on the wings of a dove,
as, the distractions, you will shove
like a ball with a glove,
down to the ground as you say enough.
You need more praise
especially on these days,
for the constant craze
that will not phase
or set a blaze
to how much your resilience continues to amaze.
I promise I
will always stand by
and never fail to try
to lift your spirits high,
to show a faith in you that will never die
and to remind you of the awaiting prize,
for my devotion
will always be your potion
to bring a happier emotion,
no matter what negative notion
may be in motion
amidst your head's commotion.
However, take this by the letter,
things will get better
as, together, we lift this fetter.
You, my eternal go-getter,
will never allow any other
to make you their debtor.
No matter what was said
you know in your head
the detractors will become dead
as you will be happy with the life lead
with your own negativity put to bed,
and neither of us with any more tears to shed.