Don’t you dare think I’ve forgotten
I know I never could
I’ve heard people say you’re fragile
Which is pathetic of them to believe
You are a force to be reckoned with
I’ve seen you
I’ve heard you
Coffee-shop talks of being disenfranchised prove how much passion for your beloved calling you incapsulate
But you’re more than merely ferocious
You are strong
You know your story
And you own every bit of heartache and turn it into beauty
Bravo, my darling
Not many can
Floods of people scream out things “What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.”
But they try to sponge up pity and adulation
Whereas you simply prevail, like the Phoenician goddess you are
You go past that point
Your life is not exploitation
It is a masterpiece
Full of all your successes
And ready to hold that brilliant beacon of future you have
Shining from your eyes
I don’t have the guts to tell you
I’ll just throw this in some drawer somewhere
And write something better
But I believe this all
As should you, my darling.
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