A Letter...

Dear Author of my book,

My tale you tell,

with words you weave,

My past you sew

while I yet grieve,

my soul forlorn

and torn apart

while I mourn

you bare my heart

to those who read

you write my soul

for those who need

to hear my cry

to taste my tears

to feel my pain

lest they forget theirs.

And so I pray you, author mine,

if sorrow and woe be my design

then I wish to make of them a gift

for those who hear my story,

to lighten the load and heal the rift,

to unburden the weary,

to motivate the broken,

to unbind and make free,

to give hope and give peace,

to strengthen and to embolden...

Sharpen your pencil

write with new fervor,

make my agonies excruciating

and my heart fill with suffering

but in the end leave me not

to rot in my despair.

Write into my tired soul

the tiniest of flames

to consume the bitterness

and make me whole

and fill my heart with hope again.

-Your Character