Dear Younger me,
Hey, just lift your head out of that old book.
Open your eyes and start to take a look!
Yes, the world can be such a scary place,
I know you’re finding it hard to keep pace,
but there is still a place for you out there -
just keep your wits sharp and remain aware.
Dark dangers may arise like mist and fog,
dim days may feel like a very hard slog.
Hold your head up and know this much is true:
Don’t long to be someone else - just be you.
You’ll make silly mistakes; some might be huge,
and tears will fall in a dismal deluge.
Yet hold within you the loving kernel,
just scribble it all down; keep a journal.
When you’re feeling tonelessly out of tune,
your sensitivity may be a boon.
To those who need quiet and loving care,
your love will be seen as valued and rare.
Fragile younger me, feeling so tender:
Don’t ever give up. Never surrender!
Love, Older me