Dear younger me,
We are still here.
Through the crazy moments , laughs and tears.

I’m so proud of you for working on your self year after year .
It wasn’t easy to stay in your lane;
especially, as you sat back in tears
While watching everyone else adjusting their gears

They moved flawlessly ,.able to Maneuver onto the express way.
You- wishfully watching as they shoot past you like a shorting star.
Frozen but wishing and “God, i wish I could just be where they are. “
“But I’m driving a hand me down car ..
with – hand me down scars”

With dreams and aspirations as grand as the stars,
but as scattered and oblique as they are
they lay

Huge hope with little wisdom
Trying to follow pre meditated foot steps,
but somewhere along the way you got lost.
Seeing your friends and classmates leave you in the dust of their exhaust.

Exhausted!
Exhausted because you’re crippled from the feeling as if you would never get that far.
Never quite meeting the bar – of your parents expectations

Searching every map for your final destination
but, no landmark ever felt like home.

Trying to figure out ,HOW the hell does these roads work? when you had no one to trail behind
But if you would’ve known then what you know now ,things might’ve been easier
but we are here now .

You push past the doubt and adjusted your crown.
Learned that you are your own trail blazer
And how to spark your own light.
You learn how to jump over the hurdles,
even if it took you a couple of times to get the jumps just right.

Learning
Learning to leave every non beneficial thing behind.
Focused on your self.
Other things , Out of sight out of mind.

No longer holding on to baggage that’s not assigned to you.
You’re moving on, straight ahead.
Not accepting the doubt in your head or what other people have said.
Because you know;
You know, the windshield in front of you gives you a better view than the window that trails behind you.

Dear younger me
I’m sorry
Im Sorry I wasn’t patient with you.
Sorry for trying to harvest your potential before it’s reaping season
I was so desperate to find out your purpose of your reason.

Planting seeds in the ground without tilling your soil.
Allowing room for weeds and infestations to stunt your growth.
Never replenishing what I dug out .

Pushing you past your breaking point;
But blaming you for not holding it together.
But you held it!
Strong as a camel;
But only until that last feather.

I’m sorry for pushing you when you said you were exhausted and tired;
because I was chasing future me desires.

I broke you down with no plan on how to build it back up .
Because of that
We spent years being stuck .

But some where along the way we got tired of being tired.
Tired of lacking fulfillment but full of desires.

No action to complete our faith,
but tired of looking failure in the face.

Something had to change!

Somehow,
we push past the doubt and adjusted our crown.
So resilient, our presence is heard without us making a sound.
That pain we suffered has no compare to that joy that we feel now.

This ain’t the end of our story but just the climax.
Now we waiting to see what generational curse we aiming at to break next.

Ps. Dear younger me Thank you .