A Letter to Me

A Letter to Me by Bianca Cababahay

Not a lot of people notice the effort you put into getting up each day –How you struggle to even leave the solace that is your bed. All they need is for you to show up in front of them come what may. And though it is most unfair, there is no time for tears to be shed.

You got a point higher in another hard test; Did one more push up past your known limit; Beat the jitters and got another all-time best; Fought so hard to get a drop of joy back into your spirit. Hopefully, you didn't lose yourself For that's a setback you will always regret.

The world may be cruel and dark and bleak, Turning a blind eye to those they consider weak. The little people have no say but to follow the crowd. And should they wish to survive this, kindness will never count.

But I pray that you never stop believing in recovery –Letting yourself grow when you are ready. Those little steps that people brush off in favor of the results, They are for your eyes only For yours is the only opinion that ever truly mattered.