To the one who sits in the dark,
takes a breath,
and prepares to run to Death:
Pause. Remember. See.
There is always someone outside,
in the light,
waiting to see your face again.
They will miss you if you run.

To the one who sits in the fluorescent light,
breathing to a soundtrack of steady beeps and blips:
Your clock is ticking faster, it's true,
but there is still a fight in you;
there is a fire fed by love.
You are not alone.

To the one who hides in bright sunshine,
who owns a blanket drenched in midnight sorrows:
Your heart was broken but you are still strong
You still love, and you breathe
And a mask can become a real face
if you let it.
Time does heal.

To those who are hurting, broken, lost, alone:
You can find relief
You can be fixed
You can find, or be found
You can meet anyone
and you can survive.
I believe in you.