Letter to a Younger Self You will tire of politely listening to noise and learn to focus on the symphonies. Your voice will thunder like an earthquake, trembling at first, only to confidently rumble. You will cease to care about so much, but you will not be careless, having found what really matters. You will learn to stand your ground and even do so for others’ sake. You will find what you really feel not what you have been told to think. You will tire of blind obedience to rules whose origins have been lost. You will finally know community while still finding joy in solitude. You will find people just like you, people who like you, even love you. Your dreams will come true once you let them take control, but the quantity will be sifted until the right one shines like gold. You will wish change came faster, but for now it is okay if you don’t because flowers take time to grow, and you cannot compare a seed to a thousand year old tree.
For this poem I used a national poetry month prompt from Heather Lang-Cassera, Clark County, Nevada Poet Laureate: Poetry Prompt # 10 Write a poem to your past self. Include specific details so that your past self will have to believe it is you writing to them from the future.