Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Letters to Myself : At Fourteen

You're more than half my age but you think you're wiser
than everyone.
What you don't know though is going to cause so much hurt.
Love deeply,
that boy in the next room, for he will be taken from you
much too quickly.
These years will become a blur before you know it, so
let go.
Be something other than what they expect, don't
be afraid.
It hurts a lot, but it's going to
get better.
Find another way to express
your pain.
They're going to lie to you; don't believe everything
you hear.
You won't even think about half of these people when
you're older.
Being cool really isn't the most important thing; just
be real.
Start saving money now; put it somewhere you can't
touch it.
Someday you're going to find yourself in another world entirely,
enjoy it.
Twenty years from now, you're going to be happy and
in love.

1 comment:

  1. I really love this poem for it's specificity. It makes me want to know so much about the story of the woman and girl in the poem - the losses and the lessons. It is a wise poem.

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