What I wish for you is that you could see your worth
Not from the tainted lens of a biased and cruel world
But from deep within yourself, for yourself.
What I wish for you is that you could start believing
That there is still hope hiding beneath the rubble
Of sudden heartaches and unexpected setbacks,
That what happened to you does not equate who you are
Nor does it exempt you from the taste of joy.
What I wish for you is that you could let go
Of the shoulds and the whys and what ifs
Because they do not matter anymore, dear soul,
Now matters. Here matters. Today matters.
What I wish for you is that you feel safeguarded
Fortressed and cradled even in the darkness
Loved and beloved exactly as you are.
The Therapy of Words 