To the girl with sky painted across her room
Filling the space with light fluffy clouds
Clouds dancing across her brain
Filling her with new thoughts
Remember those joyful thoughts

To the girl who has two people
Two of her people
They are the people she goes to
When she needs it the most
Hang on to them
Two of YOUR people is better than a hundred people

To the girl who’s family doesn’t talk
They don’t talk about the hard things
Not because they don’t matter
But they don’t want you to worry
Little did they know
Now you can’t talk when you need to

To the girl who’s grandmother is dying
You have prepared
You have always known how this will end
You have convinced yourself that you have dealt with it
But you are still terrified of the missing space
She will leave behind once she is truly gone

To the girl crying as she reads this
Let it out
Let in all the fluffy white clouds
They will be your salvation
Storm clouds will only be around for as long as they roll by
Storms end

To the girl that needs to hear this
It’s okay to not always be strong
Let down your walls when your ready
But living without anyone really knowing you
Leaves you even more vulnerable
Learn to lean on others
And get up when the ones who didn’t work out drop you

To the girl that is me
Just keep breathing
Keep relying on them
Keep distracting yourself
But live and love like the world is crumbling around you
Take risks