my friend,
in the morning
the sun might not
reach your floors
but it will still shine
outside.
bright, and blazing
as it always will be.
and the flowers
might not bloom
in time to greet you
but they are growing
and growth takes time
and the coffee
might not be enough
to wake you
from your slumber
but it will belong
in the palms of your hands.
i cannot promise
that life will soften
at any point,
or that the world will be gentle
enough for you to live
without bleeding,
but i can promise
that if you keep breathing,
you stand the chance
to change the life you’re leading
into a future you can call home.
you deserve that life ahead of you.
and even if
you do it all alone
the world is made better
for harboring your heart
that loves all things
life has torn apart
and gives them the peace
they have been dying for.
you are the healing
that comes after the war,
the strength that helps
others rise from their knees.
you are the heartbeat
amidst the suffering,
the humanity itself,
amidst the stone.
it is you who opens the blinds
to let the sunlight in.
it is you who reminds the birds
that it is time to fly again.
and i am sorry,
we could not be the same for you.