Dear Ana,

There is something out there for you,

you can't hear it or see it, but it's there

Like a flower growing,

or a caterpillar unknowing

You will grow,

you will bloom, transform,

and fly

Though you cry,

wondering "where will I go?" "Where even am I?"

There is something out there for you,

you may be lost, but that's okay

You know what they say,

"you have to get lost before you get found."

You will find your place,

somehow

I know it will happen,

it happens for us all

Sincerely, Ana