̶ ̶  l. I PROMISE.

there is purpose in the lines of your palms and reasoning with each beat your heart sings.

i need you to know you are more than the pain thriving through your fingertips.

one day, you'll be a mountain filled with never ending stories. your battle scars will celebrate success. you will be free of it all, marching on with a new name.

[ to the self who writes so sadly, you will feel okay, happy, exuberance.

just breathe, be patient.
slowly the day will arrive. ]