Tuesday, March 15, 2016

To a 12-year-old self

You’re still a kid,
at 12, collecting stamps,
trying to play street
football, rolling your eyes
but secretly still enjoying
the circus, riding bikes
(no helmets back then;
stay tuned); reading
so much your parents
are worried. But it’s OK;
they shouldn’t.

Two things it will take
a lifetime to learn, and
when I tell you I’ll get
a funny look in return.

But here goes:

One, it will take you
a long time to learn
confidence, but you will
learn more that those
who always have it.

Two, you will be blessed
with never regretting
a decision, a choice,
because you will look
back and know you
wouldn’t have had it
any other way.

Tweetspeak Poetry has a poetry prompt this week – writing a letter in the form of a poem to your 12-year-old self. What would you say? What advice would you offer? Check Tweetspeak Poetry to see how others are responding.

Portrait of Louis Guillame by Paul Cezanne (1882); National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.

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