July 13, 2017

I saw her today,
The girl I once was

She did not recognize me
How could she?
She looked forlorn
And her poetic verse
of melancholy
She,
at odds
with her mind
Society
And body

I listened
To her song,
And smiled

I told her
It would get better
But there would also be pain
“You will find happiness
In sources
Your young soul
Can not yet fathom”

I told her
Not to overlook good
Where it is
And to savor
The pain,
From it “you will grow
And nurture empathy,

“From this all
You will become
Me”