someday, you’ll learn how to love and
feel how to be loved gently.
someday, you won’t hear painful words
that hit you like bullets anymore.
someday, you will be considered
and included.
someday, you’ll learn how to adore
both of the sun and moon,
and not only one of them.
and as long as it’s not happening yet,
keep holding.
it’ll be fun.
someday, your journal will be filled
with sentences that start with the words
‘i remember before…’
and then you’ll sigh, but with satisfaction
instead of sorrow,
at the thought of you, being able to
go through it all.
someday, you will be happy,
and you will thank yourself
for doing what this page
tells you to.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
