Letter to my younger self.

Little old me.

How are you fairing?

Dearest me;

Tonight, I wish I could cry

I think I ran out of tears

I think I’ve exhausted my annual quota of worries

So, now I’m panicking.

Dear me;

Today wasn’t as bright

I thought it’d rain and I wouldn’t feel so drained

I thought I’d be drenched in the sound of my own laughter

But, today, just like every other day - I feel like a shelf

Hiding my emotions away and only placing the finest parts of me in front

To most, I could be fine China

Oh Dear Me!

It’s night time… of a new day, a new year and somehow I forgot..

I forgot to begin my happily ever after I held on too tightly to the past

I dreamt too vividly of the future

That I somehow forgot to open the gift

The present of today which is now and every breath I draw in …

I let out a sigh...

I’ve been hoarding that way too long

Now, I would like to no more

To my younger self;

I hope you’re proud of the steps I take

I hope you no longer sit with the pain

I hope you remember to dance in the rain

I hope the nights are no longer filled with darkness

I hope you remember to turn on the lights and look all around you

I hope you’re able to spread your wings free and wide; far beyond the skies

Most importantly;

I hope you find the will to truly live…

You’re deserving of all the love there is

You’ve earned the right to live

So, please…. Don’t leave.