Things I wish people said to me

Rise like the sun
When they have driven you back and forced you to your knees 
Rise like the sun
For the sun always rises no matter the march of night and it has to rise
So you have no choice but to rise like the sun
Or 
If you are melancholy 
Wax like the moon
If you are feet on stone floors and marble statues and barren tree limbs
Wax like the moon
You shall not falter or wobble or hurry or spill
And eyes are not on you like they are on the sun
You need not be the light in the dark of the thicket
But the shadows that are reassuringly there
If rising like the sun will melt your icy heart
I will watch you as you wax like the moon