Letter to self.

Dear, me.

​

Things have been tough lately.

The pain runs through you,

like a river.

Calm, still, endlessly.

​

But you have the smile

that moves the mountains,

a strong fire inside,

it burns with passion.

​

I know you're scared,

drowned in sadness, in despair.

But I know,

you can handle this.

​

Love, me.

​

F1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xef1p4/luna/iojhcmq

F2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xdo78r/true_calling/ioji5bx

Edit: Format.