Dear Me,
A vision forever sticking.
You’ve held death in your arms.
Silent weeping.
The trauma.
Pain.
Always inside of your mind.
Lurking in the dark.
Creeping up from behind.
Hitting you like a bullet train.
You feel like running.
Don’t do that.
There’s no turning back.
Wait.
The dark days will be over.
Pray.
You will be shown the way.
Xoxo –Me
