Dear Self,
You a whispering light.
Hidden and overcoming by the layering velvet moans of the world.
I may not know where you are then-
But now you are here.
You soul, in these words.
The powerful light that cares about everything and everyone-
One cannot keep a wave upon the sand,
Nor a cloud still in the sky...
Though we can capture a memory in ink, in paper, in letters of poetry.
I, myself, by now might just be a memory to you.
Where you in the future could be places I never imagined today
Dreams lost and forgotten
Old wounds sewn shut
New lenses to prosper through
I may not know who you will become
And you may not know who I was
But we have the same every glowing solace moonlight of a heart
A kissing beating lamb of a soul
Ancient anxiety scriptures of a mind
And the beautiful birth marked bird of a body
And you may not remember me
But I dream of you
And I say…
Be strong
You are beauty
Be proud
You are laughter
Be faith
You are raw emotion
Be you
Because I believe in you
With Love; forever more,
yourself
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