Note to My Younger Self
You're so goddamned beautiful.
You have power.
Power to act in your world with agency and grace.
You are evolving, growing like a green leaf.
You are an evolving part of the evolving human race.
So much pain is coming...
and you know what?
You'll be fine.
You will shape it; it will shape you.
You will hold it; it will hold you.
You will release it; it will release you.
The same could be said of beauty.
I trust you.
I trust your decisions.
They will lead you all the way to...
And I'll be waiting for you, love.
You can spill yourself forward into my arms
like a waterfall,
like a stumbling child,
like a prairie bouquet.
I can't wait to catch you!
I got you, sweet pea.
You got this.
By Heather Frayne