A Letter to Myself When I'm Feeling Lost

The weight of abandon is an anchor that has drowned more me’s than I will admit.
In the recesses of this heart there’s a cemetery only I have the key to. 
Last night I unlocked the gate and took flowers to my tombstones. 

I am a messenger
whispering into the wail.

Beloveds, I know… 
I know…
I know…

You didn’t forget the way:
There are versions of you that make it home. 

You can rest now.