A letter
I had a letter today on the envelope was my name
As I started to read the letter I could see the writer was in pain.
The writer was happy the writer was sad
The writer was angry the writer was mad
The writer was reaching out in a letter to a trusted friend
The writer was asking someone to listen
And help their broken heart mend
The writer was full of unhappiness and their words were filled with sorrow
The writer wanted a better life and a brighter tomorrow
As I was reading this letter I began to cry
I had to stop a few times to wipe my eyes dry.
The writer of this letter who could it be
I recognise the writing my god the writer is me
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2025
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