In Us
I know, I know:
It’s so much easier
to be hard on yourself, right?
But don’t, and I know
that’s easy to say: but don’t, because
you are so, so precious.
And the world wants you here
and some of the world expects you.
Be gentle friend
because the world loves you
And don’t tell me it doesn’t,
because the world is unfathomably big
and I love you and I know
God loves you and you should never
underestimate love. And
I know you want to say
you don’t deserve it.
I know that it hurts more to hear
that there are things that are just
granted to you. I do know.
I mean of course
there are bigger things
in the world and out of it
than you but why
should that make you
any less significant? I mean
flowers are more precious cut
because they cannot last.
There are whole burning stars in us.