my dear,

you are moving, 

though not nearly 

fast enough for your liking. 

look at the tracks you've made–

pillars that stands behind you. 

you no longer have to sink into 

the depths of the cold beneath you.

you have made a trail for yourself

if only you keep going. 

 

my dear,

you are making progress,

though not nearly

fast enough for your liking.

each breath can still be slowed 

and with that labor, 

you can feed your mind 

and let your body rest.

is renewal not a worthy cause?

 

my dear, 

you are doing enough.