If I Could Talk To My Past Self

Dear Past Self,

 

I remember the tears

that  roll down your cheeks,

a wam trail of despairing emotion

lingering on your sodden face.

 

I can’t stop crying.

 

But why would you cry?

You knew you could never stop

what I would eventually become.

You were scared of me.

 

How will I turn out?

 

Those tears representing fears

of the future and the unknown.

I wonder if I’m something

you ever expected me to be.

 

I can’t imagine myself living past college.

 

The fears of failure,

the inevitable,

the responsibilities,

and yourself.

 

Will I ever love myself?

 

I still feel the ache in my chest

of all of the times you’ve given up.

I recall the emptiness at night

when my soul would never rest.

 

I can’t sleep when I’m thinking.

 

You are still going through hurt.

I can do nothing but watch.

But eventually you’ll find your way

out of the dark, and into the light.

 

I hope I’m happier in the future.

 

There will be better days.

There will be more people.

There will be no more pain.

In the future you’ll make.

 

I want to make a difference.

 

Love,

Yourself

 

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