To the me who still believed,
I know you are hurt
afraid to get up again
of falling down again
I know you are sad
suffering, in darkness
You who used to believe
in everything good…
I think it’s time for you to believe again.
To come out in light
to get up and walk again
maybe run (but there’s no hurry)
I think it’s time for you to
Shine Again.
the imagery of this poem really speaks to me as someone from a bruised (not broken) home. I struggle every day with this sort of hope for good in the world, but every time it seems to bite me. Never stop getting up.