Open Letter to Myself As A Child

A practice I need to do more often is nurture the parts of me that once felt very unloved.

Hello,

You are called by someone else’s name

But, still, you recognize your own reflection in the distance.

You know that you are there, somewhere, and you are worth

whole palaces made of stardust stalactites, 

troves of pink gemstones that pulse

as fast as your little heart.

The shadows take the shape of mouths at night and

you are so brave, you find ways to shield yourself from them

using no magic.

You are so brave, you taught us how to be our own

nightlight in abject darkness.

You are my Joan of Arc, you are not afraid.

You are born to do this.

With no map, you will teach us how to

love ourselves when no one else knows how.

Tip-toed and daydreaming, you walk yourself home

even when it’s never in the same place twice.

Author's Note

I know I need a lot of structural help.

Reviews

[Lara]

Beautiful imagery across this heartfelt free flow form.
A promising shall to carry across your shoulders into tomorrow.