My missing Letter

“Dawn is approaching and the demons finally let you sleep. A lot is happening, I know. That’s why I catch myself watching over you. When you toss about or start panicking, I put my hand on you and whisper little things to let you know I’m here.

Why do I do it? Because I’ve been there. I, too, have cried my pain out, pleaded to heaven and hell for an answer that makes sense, and laid there trapped… with no idea how to get up. For you, I will not let it hurt you the way it did me.

You can’t see me and I doubt you ever will. You feel alone but you’re not.

So, you want to see me? I’d love to see you. The only way this can happen is for you to close your eyes.

Feel the warmth emanating from your back? That’s me hugging you from behind. Do you feel a sense of calm that you can’t explain? That’s me letting you know, “It’s going to be Okay”.

Did you see me?! For a brief moment, I saw you look right at me! But you looked away…like you always do. I won’t hold it against you, it took me time too”.


The person I wrote about was You. Until we open ourselves up, to “US”… we won’t ever find hope or peace.

This was written during a tough time (go figure right?). Either way, I found it to be pretty special to me.

So to you reading, I give it to you. It’s not much, but I hope that it helps you….whatever it is you’re going through.





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