my dear.

my dear,

for you i will write words

that i hope will move mountains.

i will write words for you

to feel through,

to feel the words through.

my dear, there are no

mountains i would not move to get to you.

to get you to somewhere safe.

i would level the earth

and fold the maps

and draw lines with my

feet and my toes in the sand

until the point between where you are

and where i am

is the shortest possible distance,

until we are in a straight line,

facing each other.

there is no condemnation in the sand.

my dear, i would face you and

face your fears for you.

i would hold your face as you face

demons that have haunted you and

i would watch your face,

those chiseled features, those dark accents,

win.

your face wins.

my dear, there is victory in your face,

your face that has been spit on

and tormented and lain face down in the mud,

it is victorious.

there is no blemish on you.

and if i cannot get to you,

if maps don't fold countries,

if planes aren't strong enough

to carry the heaviest weight of the strongest compassion,

the sleep that i have lost

and the tears that i have wept

for you.

the steadfast love that i have chosen for you,

then i will find every good soul that i know

and we will swarm you.

i will usher armies of love to barrage you.

i will build barriers around you.

you will be quarantined by safety.

i will fight all of the battles that your words speak.

i will arrange trains to take you north.

i will buy you bolts and chains

and my dear, i will never call you shameful.

i will never call you ugly.

because, my dear,

you are hope.

i have given you my hope

and it wells and bubbles within you

and hope wins.

and love never fails.

and, my dear,

you have drowned

and you have fallen

into the deepest,

most single place of life.

and life is not death.

and you are alright.

babygirl, you are okay.

weep, babygirl, you're going to make it.

and the lines that are chiseled in your jaw,

and the specks that sit in your eyes,

and the brows that embolden your face,

the have no failure written in them.

my dear,

there is so much hope for you yet.