To my past self, 

for whom I feel the utmost 

 

Pain

Pride

Peace.

 

If I met you now, I would break.

 

Let tears for you,

Let you find the warmth in me now,

Let you cry in my arms. 

 

If I met you now, I would love. 

 

Let you know that I am thankful,

Let the person we are give you the hope you never had,

Let you feel the relief in every breath you take. 

 

If I met you now, I would untie. 

 

Let my arms gently fall from around you,

Let tranquility wash over me,

Let faith gently untangle you from me.

 

You will see me again, I promise you.

And when you do, you will know:

You

Made

It. 

 

Megan