I know you're feeling like a failure, starring at the white ceiling of your pale bedroom for the seventh night this week, and I know you slept through three alarms this morning you set last night with constellations in your fingertips,
I know you tossed around your satin sheets holding back tears with nothing but the notion that, "hey tomorrow I'll start over" and now you're wondering why you ever trust your own intentions
Well I know you feel helpless and you don't know anymore if your life even serves a purpose
But I hope you get some sleep tonight
and I hope that tomorrow morning at seven AM, the sun creeps through your curtains and lays its warm palms into your eyelids
& I hope you sit up feeling calm & unthreatened & you think to yourself how peaceful a walk might be,
and then I hope to god you get out of your coffin and slip into clothes that make you feel small but capable and cute but powerful
And I hope you take that walk and I hope the fresh air feels good on your tired skin
and I hope you see someone you used to love about a mile up the road, and I hope instead of glancing down at the pavement, you look directly at him with brave eyes and say "hello" And I hope when he asks how you've been, you say "better" And even if it's a lie I hope you believe it
And I hope you smile until your jaw aches & you eat until you're full And I hope you keep moving even if the ground you walk on is quick sand,
I hope you keep on moving even if you don't know where you're going,
I hope you find a reason to greet the day, even if for now it's nothing but a pretty new sweater you want the world to see you in