To the Girl I once was
a plead for the life I did not know I would live
Dear Girl at 17 at the cusp of your life's beginning,
You have to tell her before you leave
You won't be there to keep them safe anymore
You are joining the Army and everything in your life is about to change
She will be ok
They will all be ok
There is so much you have yet to learn
So much you have yet to do
Diagnosis that will come to light
You already know so much of who you are
Yet you choose to hide it
Fear of the God you now know
Will be the basis of the relationship with the God you learn to grow with
People will leave
The right ones will come back
Be patient
Trust in the process of who will end up at your table
Chairs will have to be taken away
Don't give away your heart so quickly
Don't lose who you are in 100 hour work weeks
Love so many people in your life extra hard
For they will become memorial tattoos that will cover your arms
You can't save everyone
It is time to save yourself
Sincerely,
32 year old me out of remission
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brooke vecchi
long time writer, new to rv living. restarting my vocal journey
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