I am writing you this letter,
Though I don’t know who you are,
Faceless souls within the void, each
Bright and distant as a star.
Are you withdrawn, shy and secret?
Are you quick, and loud, and wild?
Are you fierce as rolling thunder?
Are you tender as a child?
I don’t know your fears or freckles,
Brilliant shades of eyes and skin.
Are you carved of solid muscle?
Are you soft outside and in?
Though I would not recognize you
Walking by me on the street,
Though we may go our whole lives and
Never have the chance to meet,
I know you have dreams and passions
Pulling you to reach for more.
I know you have wounds and heartbreaks
That have struck you to the core.
These things we all share among us,
We all hold these common threads,
Though we vary so acutely
In the paths we choose to tread.
So I say, with much conviction,
You are worth such love and care.
You have passed the test of value,
Just by simply being there.
You are beautiful and mighty,
Though you feel so very small.
And I know that you are crucial,
Though I know you not at all.
– s. Clark