A letter to the one before...

Dear Past Me,

Sometimes I wonder what I would think,

If I had an inkling of a future’s glimpse,

To witness how my life might shatter,

And rearrange in ways unpredicted.

In some ways life has turned for the better,

Has become richer than you would dare imagine.

You have sisters now, precious and few,

The family you always wanted.

And yet not all is rosy,

The memories might be sweet,

But become bitter in a sense,

Revealing the curse of maturity.

In some ways I envy you,

You carefree and hopeful child,

The keeper of memories long forgotten,

And ignorant of what to come.

You will make friends you do not deserve,

Good and kind, joy made form,

And then forced to say goodbye,

To slowly lose contact forever.

You will fight with the ones you love,

You will say things that you will regret,

Do stupid things beyond believe,

And shed tears like an autumn rain.

What would you think of me?

If you see me here and now.

Would you be ashamed, surprised?

Or be supportive of who I am.

You will pray for second chances,

To do it all again.

Only to discover,

That God does not work that way.

You will find yourself lost,

Embittered and alone,

With no one else to turn to,

But the darkness and yourself.

But you will find yourself again,

I swear to you indeed,

Every moment, every memory

Will be the worth it at the end.

And who knows?

Perhaps once more I’ll write this letter,

When I’m old and gray and frail.

To tell my past once more,

Of what that future has to bear.