Dear old friend
This letter comes from the future
Do not be afraid
I only write to simply guide you through the ways of life.
Some paths will be rosy, and others,
But alas! You will get through the days…
You will get through the days.
Dear old friend
For some reason writing this to you feels liberating.
You remind me so much of myself, a part I wish to cut ties with; ties that have left me naked.
To think you and I were once interconnected through a series of tears, laughter, naivety, envy and self-hatred.
You were me and I almost resisted the urge to claim you as mine.
You were a shell of yourself,
Held back when you needed to speak,
Taunted by the need to be one of them.
Where was your voice?
I am not here to condemn you.
You were innocent, lost in a world that didn’t even know itself.
Surrounded by prosthetic personalities wanting to… Wanting to… Be cool?
Kindness- a gem rarely found.
And you will hold it so high
It’s glistening rays blinding yet inviting evil ones
who’ll try reach out
Beware darling, beware who you share your light with
Your light will travel the furthest
Almost reaching me where I am
No you, because the present me discovered herself
You – portrayed an image of innocence even among those that didn’t deserve your light.
You gave in to a haux identity
You didn’t know better – I know.
I’m grateful to you because it is through you that I discovered myself…
I needed to be an outcast to finally belong
You taught me authenticity, when to use my voice.
I am strength
I am power
I am fierce.
I don’t hate you, I hate that I love you enough to say thank you for teaching me to be a better you.
You were once me, but I am not you.
Beware of Love
He has the sweetest face you’ve ever seen
The smoothest tongue ever heard
He damn well looks and smells like fine wine!
Beware of he who comes in sheep clothing
At first it’ll be impossible to see
But a protected heart consecrated
In discernment- will smell it alright!
Dear old friend, rest.
Your work here is done