Dear Future Lover, I’ve been praying for someone like you. Your strength is close to my own. You will not be afraid to love me. Breakfast in bed. Naked daydreaming. You are affectionate. Loving. Caring. Easy Speaking. Beauty is more than skin deep. Talk to me about your day. Share with me. Don’t ever lie to me. Communication is key. Walk with me. Hand in hand. I know you are out there. I can’t wait…
A Woman Like You
Dear Me, I am proud of you. You made it. Your eyes are open. Your ears. Vision is clear. I can see you. I have never met a woman like you. It comes from within. Your skin. The softest parts of you. You are alive. Brought back to life. You have so much to give. You are not alone in this life. You will find your way. There is such a thing as destiny. Believe.…
Sixth Birthday
Dear Avie, Happy 6th Birthday my sweet. It’s hard to believe you’ve been gone longer than you lived. I wish I could grow wings and fly up there. What I would give for another chance to be with you. My heart aches. It always will. I’m so proud of you. My love. You saved so many people. You saved me. The ocean waves crashing. Rocks and sand. Sea shells tumble towards me. I wish you were…
Poetic Pain
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
A Reason For Everything
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
Skin Deep
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…