dear self,

It’s a big small world

there’s a lot to be seen

Little to be heard

you’ll feel small some days

brave on other days

Waves of excitement 

days filled with dread

new days will arise

dwellings or worry

leave them behind

And if I could

I would go back

To tell her of the love

that comes from above

don’t let thoughts and 

false words of others

define your worth

or tear you down

because there will

always be lies

they’ll cut right through

it’ll hurt and you’ll cry

but you will be alright

And if I could

I would go back

to tell her 

things and people

don’t provide love

like the love

that comes from above

be kind

to the ones you hate

rid of the darkness

be the light

be the salt

be the love

-Danielle Schriver