Cause what we'll be is stunning
Pale stripes and sore throats
What we'll be is stunning
Astounding as the poetry we wrote
Cause what we'll be is a beacon
To shine into the dark
What we'll be is a beacon
Sharing our own marks
Cause what we'll be is proof
We are no statistical rate
What we'll be is proof
Night is not a constant state
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Cause what we'll be is stunning
Pale stripes and sore throats
What we'll be is stunning
Astounding as the poetry we wrote
Cause what we'll be is a beacon
To shine into the dark
What we'll be is a beacon
Sharing our own marks
Cause what we'll be is proof
We are no statistical rate
What we'll be is proof
Night is not a constant state
At the time of writing this, I wasn't healthy or ready to share my story, but I craved the idea that I might someday be able to help others through it. Getting to a place that healthy felt both impossible and exacting. Now I look back, in such a better mind-space, and it is beautiful to see.
So are you, dear reader.
Beautiful.
Regardless of where you are at in your own story, you are beautiful, and there is hope.
