Dear Young Woman.

I hope you find You. I hope you find love. I see all the armor you wear.
I see all the jewels and gems of wisdom you share. It's okay to shine. Its okay to have pride. You don't have to live a lie.
Don't let violence fool you into silence, convincing you that you are not worthy of space and time.
You might not know it yet but you have a multidimensional set of eyes looking out for you.
Trust what is meant for you is relying on you to show up.
Show up.

You can lose your religion but you will never lose your spirit.
Each of your breathes have minds and loves of their own.
I doubt we'll ever know the full impact of our presence
but do you notice that even at your lowest your aura orbits this quantum measure of hopefulness?
The more inner kindness the less the focus is of brokenness.
Young Woman; I wish you enough.

I wish you enough time for all of your skills and talents.
I wish you more. I wish you more revelations than disrespects and regrets and
I beg you to believe in yourself.
Carry out your curiosities in spite of the corruptions you experience.
You let yourself free when you let yourself forgive.
So when you do (and I know you will)
I hope you find You. I hope you find love again.