In ten years

In ten years I want you to make a list of all the feelings you found after sadness, of every moment that made you think, "I would stay another day, for this."

I want you to tell me of the instances of light you saw, dim though they may have been, that shimmered through darkness to lead you past the unknown.

I want to hear of every song that made you feel you were understood.

Of sunsets and sunrises that lifted you from the shadow, for even a moment.

Of the peace you may have found in the gentle timbre of a friend you loved

Of every smile that crossed your face that was real, so real.

Of moonlight that turned your face to heaven, from yourself.

In ten years, I want to see a list you've made of all the reasons to stay alive, and I want to hear you tell me of the moment you realised you were more than dust and ashes, when you felt starlight coursing through your veins, and felt it bring you back to life, to life.