A Forgotten Letter

A forgotten letter,

 

            You were once so sweet, small and innocent. You would run around without a care in the world. Wearing your long, golden brown hair in pigtails. People always told you that you dreamt too big; that you shouldn’t dare leap before you at least took a look down.

            But you didn’t listen to them, did you?

            You are growing. Making choices that will soon define who you are as a person, and who you want to become in the future.

            A little decision means nothing, right? Just one hit of a cigarette, just one shot, just one blunt. All these little things and yet you never thought of what would come if you did these things. Mothers disownment, JDC, camp Shelby. All of these things because you couldn’t handle yourself and get yourself back together. Why? Why do these things? The thrill, to get over your depression, to try and stop cutting? Because tell me if I’m wrong, but one blunt is better than one cut into the purest of temples, my body.

            You’re 16. My my my… you were so young. So naïve. So arrogant. You just wanted to fit in. Not knowing that fitting in has a lot to do with how much you stand out.

            17? Three months away. I can smell the freedom closing in. You’ve learned so much, and I’m so proud of you. You learned healthy ways to cope with your pain. You’ve learned at being different, and being unique, is a good thing that should be held high. You’ve learned to pick your friends carefully because you are who you hang out with.

            The future is approaching faster than every before. It feels like it’s almost summer time again. Be careful and follow your gut. It’s never wrong. You have so much to learn, but also, so much to teach. You will move mountains, as long as you stay true to yourself and never let the opinions of others hold you back. You are a force to be reckoned, don’t forget that.

            I hope that life is filled with thrills and excitement. Find love, and love.

                                                                       

                                                                                                            Love,

                                                                                                            16-year-old you

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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