Lost Cause

You are not a lost cause

I wrote this poem

For your blackened eye and missing teeth 

Your midnight whimpers and lonely fears

Your shuddering shoulders and weak choices.

May these words put some heart in you

Be your lamp at midnight 

As you sit in the dark

Devising your exit. 

You are not a lost cause

This poem is for your quirks and bad hair days

Your shy gait and your stutter

For your never-looking-life-in-the-eye

Let these words remind you

That we were not all made

In sunny days when God felt high and brazen

Some of us were moulded on winter nights

With shivery hands

Yet with wonder 

Yet with fear

You are not a lost cause

This poem is for your feet

Dangling in the cliff of indecision

For your misplaced priorities

For the missed chances

Let these words remind you

That we all at diverse times

Have dwelt in the cusp of uncertainty