You Are Not As Invisible As You Feel

Sometimes a letter isn’t meant to be answered.

Sometimes it’s just meant to be found.
To interrupt the moment someone looks up and doesn’t recognize themselves.
To remind them they’re still here. Still seen.

Maybe someone will pick it up.
Maybe no one will.
But just in case she’s still out there

I want her to know:
She still moved like starlight.
She still looked like starlight.
And when the mist lifts, she’ll be radiant.

Filed and left behind.
For the girl who didn’t know she was glowing.

I wrote it down so I could let it go,

— Elsie Thorne