Dear Stranger, or whom I love
Next time you look in the mirror and look away in disgust
or disappointment, or terror, or simply because you must
When you hear your voice, or your skill in a hobby you love
or once did as favor grows thin and you prefer to just sit
Next time you look out the window and frown
because it's raining, and it's pouring, above the whole town
Or there's fire to the woods outside your door
It's burning, and the trees are screaming as you lay on a bed on a floor
You shape what you think you are worthy of
like if you do or do not deserve friendship and love
Some think you must earn it, and even then it should never be given
or others are accustomed to it so they don't know what to believe in
To take is still to take, whether they give in the future
The scars won't heal, and it'll continue to rupture
So don't blame yourself, and don't blame the others,
what you want to see is what you choose to bother
I know it's not that easy, or simple, and it's a two faced problem
or maybe more faces that I can't see.
Next time, remind yourself that you wouldn't tell a flower
that hasn't grown yet that it doesn't deserve water
and you wouldn't tell a child that hasn't learned yet
that it must always look back and regret
You have two windows, and they're called your eyes
They look into your soul and I promise it isn't empty
You too deserve water, and love in the rain
don't be afraid of thunderstorms because eventually they'll grown flowers,
and forests and homes to the beasts
So if you go through this, and if an earthquake shakes your home
Don't let it change you, that this is a place where you deserve to leave.
This is your home too
_ from a stranger, whether you think you know me or not