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Thursday, March 10, 2022

Dear Me: 2022

 Dear me.

You lived for graduation.
It's what kept
You going.
It wasn't what you thought
It would look like,
But you made it.
You completed
School number one,
Now you're about
To graduate
From school
Number two
In three
Months.

Dear me.

You heard repeatedly
"Fake it 'till you make it,"
But you always added on
"Just don't break."
But you broke.
But you got fixed up
And kept going
And never gave up
For good.

Dear me.

The struggling
Will not disappear,
But that doesn't mean
You have to.
Look around you.
You feel alone.
I know how
It feels so true,
But I promise you
There are people
To hold onto.
Plans ahead
You never thought
You would make it to.
Achievements made
That haven't even
Crossed your mind,
But you made it
And you did it
And you celebrated.

Dear me.

I know
You feel so low
Like you've hit rock bottom
And somehow
You keep falling,
Buried.
But look up.
The light seems
So far away
And it will not
Be easy
To get there,
But just keep pushing
Asd you will experience
Pure joy
For more than
Just a day.

Dear me.

This darkness
Isn't forever.
You don't believe 
You can be
Anything but
The worst things.
But I promise
The people around you
Telling you those are lies
Are telling the truth.
You are so much more
Than what your mind
Is telling you.

Dear me.

You lived
Fo the sake of others.
Now
You live
For the sake
Of helping others
And helping yourself.
You will struggle
But you will fight
And you will win.

Dear me.

Round two
Will come,
But you have
More tools
To arm yourself
Before you come
To hurting yourself

Dear me.

It hurts.
Feeling everything
And nothing
Is overwhelming.
Breathe.
One step
At a time
And you will make it.
I promise you
You'll be ok.

Dear me.

It's only been
Two years
Since you wrote
Your own will.
It was your comfort.
Yes,
You still have it.
Yes,
It is still a comfort.
Yes,
There will be days
You'll want to relapse,
But you won't.
The clock
Will keep ticking
And you
Are still clean.

Dear me.

Hold on
For a little longer.
You will keep
Getting stronger.
You will get
Knocked down
But you will stand
Back up.

Dear me.

Keep going.
Keep breathing.
You'll be ok.


(March 10, 2022)

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