Whispers in the Water: A collection of short stories and poetry

Letter

To write myself a letter, where should I begin?

With ink dipped in memories or words drawn from within?

Shall I recount tales of laughter and of pain,

Or ponder the losses that linger like rain?

Perhaps I'll start with the joys that filled my days,

Those moments of sunlight amidst life's grays.

The laughter shared with friends, the love that soared high,

Each memory is a treasure, painting the sky.

But then, should I delve into the depths of despair,

Acknowledge the wounds, the burdens I bear?

For in the tapestry of life, pain plays a part,

Shaping the contours of the human heart.

So I'll write of the tears shed in the dead of night,

And the battles fought, seeking the light.

For within every sorrow lies a lesson to learn,

A chance to grow, to evolve, to discern.

Thus, my letter will be a blend of both joy and sorrow,

A reflection of today and dreams for tomorrow.

By embracing all facets, I'll find clarity,

And write myself a letter