Dear Future Me
How are you?
Have you finally been left be?
Do you understand yourself of the lost clues?
How are you and your sister?
Are you two okay?
Your painful lovless blister,
All healed now?
I hope so.
I write this because I know you're in a rough patch,
Lost and around so many who don't understand your desperate blow,
But I know it will get better. Have faith.
Your sister is an angel of beauty and grace, while you are an angel of beauty and fight.
Believe little one, you will get there.