Dear Self,
remember
things are good
Today it’s raining
and that’s beautiful
You’re listening to concerts
with people whose music
narrates your soul
and that means the world
And that longing in your chest
that’s the light
that’s the beauty
that’s what being alive feels like
Remember you wouldn’t feel that
had you decided
giving up was an okay thing to do
You’re having a second hot chocolate
and you’re burning your blisters on your hands
against the white paper kiddie maze that lines the cup
and that’s wonderful
You read writings from friends
that make you feel less alone
because in times unlike today
you can know for sure
you are not the only one
howling into the void
And it isn’t empty, remember
there is so much beauty in this world
like the illuminated bricks outside
and the man making tea at the counter
and the peace signs and pink triangles on the other patrons’ laptops
And there are people in life who love you
look to your desktop
do you see those beautiful souls?
Six people saw you off
before you embarked
on what became a great struggle
but they believed in you
and you survived
and they love you-
they must do
Remember this,
Dear Self,
there will be days
frequent and inescapable
when the good things seem like merely memories
but you have to believe there is reason for hope
which is why I’m counting present positivities
whenever I remember to
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