The page laid before me holds freedom and dreams,
connection and learning discovered in reams.
When I write, I am present and free to be me.
I share something inside, what I feel, what I see.
I write with intent to learn, to uncover,
parts of me, parts of you we are yet to discover.
I’d like to know more from the lifetimes once lived,
the joy and the pastimes, what sacrifice gives.
I wonder what if felt like, from morning till night.
Did you know where you’ve come from or what next laid in sight?
How did your world relate to today,
some moments full circle, some too far astray.
I’d love to understand what you felt deep inside,
your clothes and your habits, and where you reside.
Did you write your own letters? Is there something to read?
So generations to follow, like me, can succeed.
Success to us all looks different, you see,
but the shared moments and letters bring possibility …
Your world and mine can never be known
for the depth that we feel, it is often not shown.
But here in this letter from me, sent to you,
an invitation, an opening, it’s up to you what you do.
No rules or timelines are noticed or changed,
no edits or times stamps to get in the way.
Just an unfiltered letter, sealed, posted, and sent,
to arrive in the hands of the person it’s meant.
Dear reader from writer, what is felt in your world?
An invitation here for your own words to unfurl …
By Kelly Saward
From my heart to yours in hope for lived lives, and for the unseen continuity between people.
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