A letter to myself

To the girl I used to be

I’m sorry

That I could not see

That you would become me

That it was possible to gaze at the old oak tree

And feel free

I’m sorry

You did it alone

If I only would have known

Oh, how much I have grown

But what you faced was unknown

You did so well

Yes, I know we almost fell

There is no need to dwell

But I can still hear the way you used to yell

As you walked through hell

Lashing out to rebel

Now it seems we are parallel

And so I must say farewell

I will always hold you in my heart

As we should have held ourselves from the start

Maybe we needed to fall apart

But now it is time to restart

With lessons we can now impart

For every walk through life is a work of art