Letter-eyed

 

 To the papa bear:

There's still time.

To the mama bear:

Sometimes sainthood is a silence away.

Gratitude multiplied forevermore.

To the eldest cub, fully grown:

Your shoulders can rest easy now. 

To the cub that fled:

Self-inflicted wounds will heal. 

Others will disappear.

To the cub that's lost:

Come back, wherever you are. 

To the cub that's wed:

May your heart remain pure,

even when your deeds change. 

To the cub that's writing this:

Repent. Repent. Repent.