Dear Self

There is beauty in everything, depending on your view
Your eyes are a gift, your visions are always new
The sun doesn't always set the same
Your hurt doesn't always end with pain
Even the drops that fall when the sky turns gray
Begins to nurture the earth in such a magical way
Do not question the way life was made
For exchange there will always be a price to pay 
Look forward to a transformation 
While shedding off your many layers 
You will not be in your cocoon for long
Your wings are forming in hibernation
You're finally set free to explore all the lands
Never forget who holds the pen, the one who is writing your novel
You can not search for answers anywhere else
Strength, wisdom, and patience lay in the core of your survival

by: Jeanice Parker