And full stops are powerful, and darling, so are you. It’s okay.

I am writing this for you.
You, with sleepy eyes from staying up late, fingers still scrolling down the screen.

Wait. Stop scrolling.

I am writing this so that you know
it’s okay
You feel empty.
You have too much inside.
This is not a poem,
but I want you to know that you are.
Even though you are never going to rhyme, you still are the best goddamn poem that wrote itself, bleeding verses that don’t make sense to everyone, all through the day and night.

I am writing this for you.
You, holding on to something,
holding on to nothing.
For the love of God, please don’t let go now.

Now read this part out loud.
It’s okay
I know you’re hurting.
And things might not get better tomorrow,
or anytime soon.
But it’s okay.
You don’t have to be okay all the time.

Now, wait.
Pretend that the screen has turned monochrome.

Textbooks will tell you otherwise, but a point occupies so much space.
You know,
a full stop is just a point, too
but it occupies more space than everything preceding it does.
And it has the power to do more damage than its absence does.

So now you know,
things don’t always make sense.
They don’t have to.
And things don’t always get better.
They don’t need to.
And full stops are powerful,
and darling, so are you.

It’s okay.

Wait. Stay up.
You can scroll down now.
Let the credits start to roll.

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