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A Letter to My Daughter

A Letter to My Daughter  One day you will look in the mirror and see only flaws, black smudged underneath your eyes, wisps of frizz curling around your ears, a voice too soft, unheard, a spirit too broken to scream and you will doubt your worth.  It is in that moment dear child that you will crave hands to wrap your shoulders in assurance, binding fear with everlasting embrace. It is in that moment that tears will break, that an urge to smash that mirror will radiate from limb to limb and the last pearls of innocence will sever from your soul.  Your sobs will soften, blinking devastation into stillness, and you will rise, turn back towards that glass and see yourself, not the flaws smudged across freckled cheeks, but the blush of a heartbeat allowing the ribs to feel, to heal, to ache with the strength  of facing tomorrow.  I’ll be there for you, dear child, but you’ll be there for yourself too.   —Leanne Rebecca


Poetry and music.

15 thoughts on “A Letter to My Daughter

      1. You are welcome! I so believe that if we write down these life experiences and release them out to the world, we are able to release the things that bind us/ make us stuck so we can move on and heal ourselves. Connect ourselves and realize we are not alone.

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