A letter to God

 I’M READY 

                                Harley

Dear God, send me a real man next time 

Because I’m tired of playing with manchild 

Dear God, send me the love of my life

All because, 

I have been good, I have been patient 

I have paid my penance, I have done my time

I have said sorry for my past mistakes

I have stopped trying to make everything last

I have done the hardest thing: forgiven myself, forgotten my past 

And I’m not a believer, but now I’m practicing your words 

I say hi to strangers on the street 

I say goodbye to my bad habits 

And I mind my own business 

I pave my walking path with goodwill and softness

I bring to the table only laughter and sweetness 

I look for the good in people, as always 

but also keep an eye open, just in case 

I stop hiding my scars and my awkwardness

Stop caring too much about my dress and start putting on my skin 

I’m trying to be grateful when "Miss-fortune" knocks on the door 

because I know behind every challenge is an opportunity for growth  

And I read somewhere that 

“You'll keep making the same mistake until you learn the lesson.” 

I feel like it was written for me, and I’m designated to see it  

because I used to pick myself up at the same spot

until I decided it was enough, 

I had to cross the red light just to realize it was just a pause sign 

So I swear I have been through a lot recently,

I learned a lot already,

I answered a million questions you gave me, Almighty 

And if all the reasons above were not enough

Send me my love because I’m ready. 

                                                                        Ho Chi Minh City, October 29, 2025

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