She caresses the ground, Fertility in her sleeve— Awakening the earth, In its breathing slumber— Planting a flowerbed.

You murmur to yourself, “I want to give up. I want to end this suffering.” You were smiling on the outside, yet you’re not okay on the inside. Your friends think you're fine, but you know that you aren’t. Your thoughts raced and came to tell you things that destroyed you. You told yourself that you are not worthy to live. You kept telling yourself that nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong.

To my second parents away from home,