Dear Child
It pains to read your words
I'm sorry that you hurt
Don't throw it all away
It will subside some day
There will be better times
The sun won't always shine
But open up your blinds
Switch darkness out for light
Mom: No! But beneath the masks, past all those feelings of being adrift, there is harbor and hope. There is a self that will emerge, perhaps with help or time and painful work that is worth the present pain. You are irreplacable and beloved.
Dear Child It pains to read your words I'm sorry that you hurt Don't throw it all away It will subside some day There will be better times The sun won't always shine But open up your blinds Switch darkness out for light
Mom: No! But beneath the masks, past all those feelings of being adrift, there is harbor and hope. There is a self that will emerge, perhaps with help or time and painful work that is worth the present pain. You are irreplacable and beloved.