Dear Younger Self

God, you are so embarrassing!

And so different from me.

Sometimes I think to change my name

to rid myself from your idiocy.

Your costumes, your accents,

your hair like a wet mop.

Your face covered – starved from sunlight.

I go out during the day; you snuck out at night.

You were never sustainable,

constantly chatting without meaning.

Barely a well-meaning prelude… 

a useless blue night of cheap eating.

I’ve learnt so much since

journeying away from you.

But you must know that I am sorry

for abandoning you that June.

The sun was suddenly screaming-hot

and others were calling me to come

and do business with them. I couldn’t resist,

and now I feel dumb

knowing everyone has flaws, faults and fears–

Son, if anything in the world is justified,

it is your tears.

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A reflection on my younger self; forgiveness

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