Dear Reader
Dear You,
The reader
the audience
the human whose eyes have caught
on these letters—yes, you—
Hello.
I hope this finds you well.
Life is hard, I know,
with its ups and its downs and its
never-ending cycles of games that toy
with your soul.
You wake up and think I’ve got this and
by the end of the day want to cry
or
you stop by to say hi to your friend
and walk out with a crush
you do not want.
I know.
Life is hard.
Silver linings are fleeting
and what follows can be worse
but believe me,
Dear Reader,
when I say there is hope.
Hope for a new morning,
a new sunrise, new dawn.
Hope for answers and true love
and a chance to move on.
And when all else fails
and you feel all alone—
when you’re beaten
when you’re broken
when you’re skin and bone—
remember, Dear Reader,
that this isn’t the end.
History is a book and
this is only one page
and I promise—
yes, I promise you—
that your life will change.
For better or worse,
for rich or for poor,
toward sickness or health,
toward home or the door,
there is always a future.
There is always THE future.
For I’ve read the final chapter
of this book we call Life
and I promise—
yes, I promise you—
silver linings have got nothing,
nothing at all,
on the End.