Friday, December 19, 2014

A Letter to my 14 year old self


Hey—you were in the Lucy-home.
There, that’s it, the password.
You know I’m you. So please
Listen.
You are hurting. I’m not here to say
That you’ll forget about all this
That it won’t matter in the end
Because it does. It shapes us
But you’ve got to be ivy.
You can keep these roots, they’ll stay and stay and stay
But keep growing. Move outward.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Over time.
No one snapped their fingers for us, Princess.
Nothing changed in a single chapter, but—it did
Change.
It hurts now, and nothing I say promising
A better tomorrow will change that
I know. I know.  I know.
Cry on my shoulder, let me hold you close
Our heart still beats.
You made it. You will make it.
No easy path set before us, but you kept walking.
Darling, don’t throw in the towel.
Remember how you feel now and know
It can’t last. It won’t last. And you are not alone.
I know you’ve heard this speech from all of them:
Mom, Dad, Mrs. Watson, all.
You rolled your eyes but I’m telling you—

This will pass, the day to day pain. 
Hold on.