Dear Me, You’ve been experiencing soul gains. Growing pains. Bitterness will keep you from flying. Poetic pain. The world’s been trying to take your identity. My love you are not up for the taking. The best you is still in the making. You’re the masterpiece. The perfect design. Leave the misery behind. You’ve been carrying too many burdens. Release. Believe. You deserve great things. Just breathe. You are finally free. XoXo- Me
Dear Me, Release me from the immortal death grip. Cut the cord. No more shame. Purge the pain. This is your time to heal. Mend your heart ache. Breathe. It will all be ok. You’re a survivor. A fighter. This is not the end. This is the beginning. Remember there’s a reason for everything. XoXo- Me
Dear Me, Anxiety tugs at your brain. The shivering sweat leaves your body like a torrential downpour. Post traumatic stressing. Flashing back to when the darkness held you in-between its teeth. It carried you off. Swept you off your feet. There was nothing sweet about where it took me. It drained you of the life you had left. Whispers of wicked lies were told about a bright new future to keep you bound to the…
Dear God, Why do bad things keep happening to me? There’s been plenty of good but the darkness keeps creeping back up on me. Weaseling its way under my skin. Consuming me from the inside out. Take away the bad thoughts. They are trying to control me. I can’t take all of this pain. The suffering. Tear jerking. All alone. The quietness of this empty theatre eats its way through me. Please gift me strength…
Dear God, Help me get rid of the bitter taste. The sour fruit of death lingers. Taking my identity. Stripping me of my sanity. Testing my faith. Every day is spent battling grief. I need you more than ever. I am so very lost. Incomplete. I’ve been robbed of my happiness. Everything’s been taken from me. Deep cuts of pain radiate through me. Bleeding. My love is leaking. Bring me into your arms. Swallow me…
Dear Me, Once upon a time you had a family. You were happily married. Living the American Dream. Your daughter passed away when she was two. Childless. Divorced. Me too. It’s a scary place out there. Don’t be afraid. I’m so proud of you. Smile you’ve made it. You needed to take chances in order to start living. The cost of losing it all is priceless. Even when you start to feel fulfilled continue to…