To a happy me,
Please pray for me.
While you dance in the sunshine, you cannot imagine that the black caves exist.
But while I dwell in the depth, unable to adjust my eyes to the darkness, I remember the sun.
I remember racing after my giggling sons with glee, instead of languishing on the couch, unable to play.
I remember eating homemade dinner with satisfaction, instead out of the need for sustenance, lest I die.
I remember feeling worthy of love, instead of ignoring texts and phone calls, unable to contact those who love me, unable to pursue those whom I love.
I remember falling into bed in victory of a day well spent, instead of with a murmur of congratulations for surviving another day of depression.
I remember the pursuit of goals.
I remember the peace of God.
You easily forget how you could be me, given a little time.
I cling to the knowledge that eventually I will be you, if I can just hold on.
Think of me while you sink your feet into the sand while the tide comes up, when your curls become so salt-stricken that you glisten like a mermaid in the sun, when a crab crawls over your feet in innocence and you follow it along the ocean tide.
When the sun hits the ocean's horizon in such a way that you cannot stop but be thankful to be alive, think of me in the caves, hoping to be you and savor those moments for later.