I’ve never written poetry before, but this was the first part of a sort of poem that suddenly came to me one night while reading by the fire in the lobby of my college dorm. This is very raw and unrefined, just copied from phone’s notes. (Originally written 11/25/19)
To the one self harming in your college dorm. To the one so broken you don’t know why you live anymore. To the one who feels like you’re wandering in a fog, held down by the shame of your past with your only sense of direction being the pain you’re slowly becoming numb to.
That feeling of helplessness, that depression which has suffocated you, and that anxiety which assaults you whenever you lay down won’t be there forever! They will not last. They don’t have to be your lord anymore.
I know you don’t understand, but I have something for you. Something peculiar yet delightful. It’s a peace that bypasses your jagged thoughts and winding stress. It’s a joy that goes deeper than the last superficial taste of happiness you sampled in that relationship before that last party.
No matter what that man did to you, no matter what that woman said to you, I have a new message for you that’s free of judgment, independent of your history and your performance:
You are worthy of love.
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