Dear Universe,
I hope this letter finds you well, but I’m afraid all I have
for our talk tonight is a heavy heart and tired eyes.
I would complain less and want less and believe more, if you
could just help me understand why you do the things you do? You have lessons
planned for my life that I’m unsure if I’m equipped for. But then again, you
wouldn’t hand out anything I can’t handle… Now would you?
I sit here tonight with no wants of my own, but to ask you
if you can ease their load? Could you please hand them out more peace and less
misery? More joy and less pain? More laughter and no tears?
I want you to know something that I have come to realize, a
broken heart is easier to mend than a dismantled soul and you’re pushing too
hard. You’re banging too loudly on their already crowded minds and heavy pasts.
You and I, we were made together a long time ago, we exist
within each other. Like old friends who sing the same song, or letters in a
shoebox that tie together stories of two different worlds, that is what we are.
But just because they might not know you like I do, doesn’t mean they hope less
or fear nothing.
So, before my eyes shut and I wander into a world where
everything isn’t as hard as reality so often makes it, I want you to please
hear my plea and consider it deeply.
If you so believe that a load must be carried, then please
place it on my shoulders and not theirs. If you can’t do me any favours, then
at least let me be the only one to bear the burden of your fair play.
So, until we speak again or meet somewhere between the Earth’s
soil and the sky’s beginning, I can only hope that you’ll listen and you’ll
hear and you’ll heal.
Yours,
D
