We Write for Fear of Silence

Letters to a Future Self

I am broken,
Alone in the dark.
But the sun rises and
With it the color returns to my cheeks

I am weak,
Like flower petals in the rain.
The downpour turns to drizzle and
With it I can reach for light again

I am lonely,
Living in the shadows of expectation.
But you can join me and
Share stories about the moon