DEAR ME

To whom it may concern,

I haven’t the slightest clue who you are, at least not the me reading this

I meant to write this to the future me, but the me now can’t go to the future, the one you have become is another me; not the future me of the me now

you have grown, endured, survived the long winded battle of sorrow and pain

You most likely suffered setbacks, career-wise, possibly heartbreak, indulged as an adult

You see the beauty in ordinary things, the snowflakes falling, together but distinct in form

Back here terrible things lurk, not in crevices or caves, there in a screen using hurtful words

Degrading others who are not like them, do they not see how similar we are, going to school

It’s a battlefield, fighting through the demons for the next lecture from a vapid wretch

They ask that you not be a bystander, jump to action, yell for a hero

Unless the source of the issue is not vanquished, it will be a never-ending cycle, I will continue to see the daily dose of sympathy for those less fortunate, hoping I was stronger, bigger

The clock goes tick-tock, the bell rings, a stampede of hooligans rush out the door

On the way home the trail is treacherous, ice balls begin to attack from the sky, running home, dodging the arsenal from above, reaching the door with non-fatal wounds on the inside and out

I have never been so glad to be locked in these four walls, safe until tomorrow

Preparing my armour, filling myself with nutrients replenishing the lost strength of today for the fight of tomorrow

Remember these days, when there was no light at the end of the tunnel, only dark no matter how much ground covered, the hope dangling from a string, scissors to the side

A lengthy path to the abyss, it sounds tempting to have the ability to forget all the troubles of today and yesterday, to be done with losing comrades in this war that is life

Sincerely,

YOU