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”
She of Letters 