Poetry

To My Younger Self, in Years to Come

One day it will not hurt anymore

You’ll look back and say, “I made it through”

One day, you won’t recognize who you were

Though your journey to be better, will continue

One day, you will envision the faces of those that pained you

Hoping for only their peace

One day, none of it will matter anymore

As you pass through untouched realms

Drifting towards eternity

You are but a solitary flower, standing tall 

Breaking through cracks of dust and concrete

Stay encouraged within your transformation

And give perseverance its chance to complete

One day, when you have given up all pretense

And stopped fighting change, so hard

You will be made gracefully whole; Free

And that one day, forever will start         

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