To My Future Self
When I am down
Deep in the pit
Clouded and surrounded by
Tears and anxieties
There is one person who can get me out.
I look, and I see her
Shining in the sun
She reaches out her hand
And I take it.
So familiar.
I am lifted
Up and up
Into the light of day once again
I look to the future and I see her
She tells me to take my time,
I will be her eventually.
This poem is about:
Me