An Open Letter To Myself

To my ever dearest self,

I know a lot of things about you,

Though I still do not know you.

You are one of the weakest creatures

And that makes you really strong.

It's true! You're the most beautiful thing

That God ever created.

You're totally worthy to be kept,

Loved, and understood in depth.

On some days you are a monstrous beast;

Or a crazy, lovely piece

Of a puzzle that baffles each mind.

You're loved and one of a kind.

You are not just a woman. You're, well—

Just a storm with a body.

You're the seasons inside of Beauty.

You care and love very much,

And hurt and bleed when you strongly clutch.

Yet it's okay. So okay.

Being dramatic is a given

For a woman—worth keepin'.

Don't worry if Mr. The One won't come.

You are already complete,

Strong and independent. You can live.

Forever yours and always,

Your other wand'ring and caring self.