Some people write letters to their future self, but I decided to write a poem to my future self! ____________ There's a nest in a tree, reaching far above the rest. In that nest sits an egg, waiting to hatch into something else. In the soft fall ground, sits a seed nestled deep, yearning to grow, to stretch its leaves high. There's a word on the page, black against white, patiently waiting to draw worlds and people. There's a single note, on an ivory key, yearning to become a flowing melody. We all start somewhere, a beautiful somewhere, Until someone reaches down and Nurtures Waters Writes Plays helps us become who we are meant to be. Future self, I see you, trying to tell who you are. I know who you are, Loved, Chosen, Bought for a price. You are wonderful and beautiful, and just who you are meant to be. ~Lulu~
Sometimes I struggle with who I'm supposed to be, and when I'm supposed to become it. I tend to talk down about myself, and listen to the lies that Satan plants in my head. If you have trouble with this too, I would love to talk about it! I'm praying for y'all! Love, Lulu
