A letter to my future self

Dear me, in days I’ve yet to know,

Through time’s embrace, how did you grow?

Do dreams still shimmer in your sight,

Or did they fade with passing light?

Have you found the place you seek,

A voice now strong, no longer meek?

Did love arrive and choose to stay,

Or did it slip, then drift away?

The roads I walk feel vast, unsure,

Yet tell me—did I endure?

Did every tear, each sleepless night,

Shape you into something bright?

If burdens weigh upon your chest,

Remember, once, you dared your best.

And if you smile, if peace is near,

Then know, I send my love from here.

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