💌 Letters from May Melanie #003

Dear You, Who Are Living in Fear

I remember you.

I remember a park in New York City
where people of every color
sat quietly under the same sky,
sharing the same silence.

No one asked where you were from.
No one cared what you wore,
what you believed, or whom you loved.
That peace felt eternal.
That freedom—sacred.

But now…
that park feels different.
The silence has shifted.
The light has dimmed.

You live in a world where money is the measure,
where fear wears the mask of protection,
and a gun sleeps beside you like a friend.
But is it really protection…
or is it just fear with a trigger?

You’ve built so much around the idea of defense.
But the more you defend,
the more you lose the one thing you long for:
Safety.

Let me say this, not as someone on the outside,
but as someone who walked your streets,
who felt that rare, breathing freedom once:

Real protection doesn’t come from fear.
It comes from love.

Not the soft, poetic kind of love.
But the fierce love that dares to lay down the gun.
The sacred love that says:
“I see you. I won’t run. I will stay.”

That’s how the light begins.
Not with armor,
but with eyes that truly see.

And yes—
he who frightens you,
he who shouts the loudest,
is probably just as afraid as you.

You don’t have to keep feeding fear.
You don’t have to believe the lie
that fear makes you strong.

You are already stronger
than the fear you carry.

So today,
before you check the locks,
before you reach for that insurance,
that weapon,
that wall—

Sit still.

Remember the park.
Remember the silence.
Remember that you were free
not because you fought,
but because you trusted.

Let that be your protection now.

With Light,
May Melanie