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,
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.