Dear You

Dear You,
They told you home is two eyes and a beating heart.
Tell me why you never felt at home within yourself?

Dear you,

Scrub the regret and disappointments away,
Clear out the mess from your soul,
Dust off the shame from the shelves of your mind.

You are coming home.
You are coming to yourself.

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Dear reader who is very loyal and patient,

I will write more this year. Not only because my job has so much free time or because I have learned that inspiration is all about perspective. No. Not that. I will write more because stories need to be told.

Tina 🖤

Dear You

Dear you,

Did they not tell you that your sleeves were made for buttons and cufflinks, not hearts?
Did you tell them you are tired? How you lost yourself only to find yourself weeping softly into your pillow?
Dear you,
Did they not tell you that the light at the end of the tunnel is just a mirror reflecting you?