Dear older me
Can you protect me and love me where many others have failed?
Can you fix my broken heart? The one that I’ve stitched together with fishing line, then covered in duct tape. So will you love and protect me and the ones that can’t stand up, the ones that have no voice. So will you stand up not just for me but all the ones that have been forgotten? So we the ones that have slipped in between the cracks, like sand falling, in an hourglass. So can you stand up, and be strong? Will you fight tooth and nail so that the ones that are voiceless won’t fail. To tell the world that we are here and we will fight till we are recognised as people.