A Letter to the Belgium Woman who wishes to die

Dear Laura,

I do not know you nor do I know how you look like but my heart breaks at your decision to end your life.

Depression is real but so is your life that is precious beyond words. God loves you so much to place you in this world. You are not an accident but a work of art, a masterpiece.

I cannot give you solutions to end your misery in this life but if you believe, there is beauty in pain. I see them in mine and they worth so much more than a life with no pain.

Here's a poem for you.

If I am a nightingale,

I will sing to the moon and back,

Like in a fairytale, melt the darkest shades

of bitterness

If I am a sunflower,

I will beam and hover over

your coldest nights, a beacon

in your fights

If I am a bee

I will sting you, a reminder

that you are never alone, I am

near you

If I am a marula tree,

I will let you hide under

my gigantic leaves, far

from warfare

If I am a float,

I will let you rest on me,

bobbing on the sea, wash your

tears away

If I am a fortress,

I will shield you from storms,

depression and distressing

fumes

If I am a needle,

I will weave and mend

your broken heart, my golden

pricks set you free

Alas, I am only

human, as real as you,

even if you do not hear or see

me, my heart is yours

My only wish, spring

will dance soon, sweeps

away winter, your woes

come to wither

My shoulders are small,

but ready for your tears,

my heartbeats hug

you in pain

Perhaps then

I can see a smile

Even if for a while

Not on your face

Within you.

We may never meet but if this poem can send a virtual hug, I hope you feel it. Know that you are not alone and death might not be the answer you seek.

You may ask why do I care?
Simply because Our Father cares. He cares as much for me as He does for you. Don't throw the greatest gift He has given to you, your life.

Be assured of my prayers for you.

Love,
Angelina.