Sometimes,
The beauty of our written words,
Is that they are an interpretation;
Of our thoughts,
Of things we meditate on -
Maybe a movie we saw;
A song we heard;
Something we passed through;
A book we read.
Sometimes,
The beauty of the words we write,
Is the fact that we don't believe the truth,
Until we see it,
Until there's evidence.
We write down words like,
"You're beautiful"
"You're strong"
"Smile! They're wrong"
But we only believe these things,
When they are written down in words.
You know it,
But why don't believe it;
Unless it's on the post-it note;
You wrote;
And glued to your mirror
About a month ago?
That's because we only believe the things we see,
Like a text from a loved one,
Telling you that you're needed,
That you're loved.
Reminding you that you're remembered,
That you're not ignored.
Letting you know that in this world,
You matter to someone,
Even if it's just the one.
The beauty of written words,
Is that you can save 'em,
Laminate 'em,
Hide and Keep 'em.
And whenever you feel less,
You can seek 'em,
Dust 'em,
Clean 'em and re-read 'em.
You can feel loved,
Remembered,
Beautiful,
And strong again.
You can smile again,
Even for just a moment.