I know you have it worse off than I- 

But the thing about art is that this doesn’t matter-

The pureness of emotion and loss-

It is universal, at least when done right-

I know my backstory isn’t as sad as many others-

But I am not a weakling- I’ve suffered, I shan’t lie.

Still, you are a part of what saved me.

Mama said I should write you a letter-

Stating that fact in a spiritual context-

I scoffed at the notion as I thought you’d scoff at my letter.

But seeing you now-

It was cathartic and empowering

Just as your origin for me

Everything has come full circle, my sweet, sweet love.

My life still has trials-

My medicine and pills are killing me, or so it seems-

Seeing you contorting and cowering

Seeing the convulsions and crying-

It was all to similar.

And this is still healing for me-

I thought my wounds had healed

I figured all of this had left me

This is not the case

When I heard those notes calling to God-

Crawling towards heaven-

You re-opened my skin and left me exposed-

All in front of the light and wind-

And then the moment of Triumph

I faced the arrows with you beside me-

My sweet, sweet love.