Dear Mars, the me from not that long ago,
You who felt you weren’t enough, that’s a tough lie to unravel.
A hurt that threatened to bury you, put you in the gravel.
But listen, you are enough, always enough, never not enough.
You’re 27 now, and that’s kinda “wow.”
Life changed so much, yet you carried you through.
No matter the chances, those second glances,
You’re a thrivor, not just a survivor, shining even when incomplete.
You love, Mars, even in the hard, the incomplete.
That’s a strength that’s tough to beat.
25 years, and what were the chances?
You kept going, always enough, never not enough.
So please, Mars, don’t give up. Keep going.
I know it’s hard, but you are enough.
You always were, even when you couldn’t see it.
You’re doing swell.