POEM STARTER
To my past self
Write a poem addressed to your past self
Dear Me
Hello, Terry I just want you to know,
That the hate you feel will grow weak from what you have lived through,
You didn’t know it then but there’s always been a fire in you and,
The tragic stuff they did to you only fanned it till it grew and grew,
Burning away the memories of the truth you tried to keep eschew,
You thought you was lost and would only ever feel the pain,
As it festered and crept inside you trickling through your veins,
Up into to the attic like a panic attack morphing your brain,
Masking as friends in the thoughts that made you think you were going insane,
Yet through it all I know you felt something that kept you afloat in the rain,
A calling from deep within to keep you from eating that bullet,
Freezing your finger stopping you from pulling it,
The trigger that could instantly blast you into orbit,
Putting the pieces of yourself back together in order in reverse split,
1 2 3 3 2 1 back and forth feeling nothing could stop it,
The voices you call friends are the reason you never quit,
They tortured you daily you hated them but you gotta admit,
Even though they reminded you of your family they really were your friends,
Anxiety came first making your heart beat harder than your fathers fists would pound,
You and your worth into nothing more than dust blowing all around,
Beaten stomped and walked on like a bug on the ground,
But he never left you alone did he? No all you had to do is look around and he could always be found,
He had good intentions but couldn’t help you by himself,
So he invited depression in to help you fight your way out of hell,
Yet you didn’t know and so you just became a shell,
A ghost inside yourself feeling things that shouldn’t be felt,
Crying through every lonely night till you just laid awake,
Constantly thinking about everything and killing your faith,
Insomnia tried his best while you laid awake and prayed,
Hoping and wishing that God didn’t need you and made you by mistake,
In the end I want you to know you turned out great,
They were naive and made a lot of mistakes but,
Each one was sent to you to teach you a lesson,
To show you that you matter, your not a burden,
Or the son of Satan but a fallen angel that floated down from Heaven,
To see yourself and everything in the world is really nothing but a blessing,
Thank you anxiety for keeping me thinking leaving my mind a blur,
A way to hide in plain sight, while navigating through the hurt,
For keeping my heart beating under my shirt,
Even though like me it was always tattered and torn,
Depression my man thank you for you,
You kept me feeling down but at least you kept me feeling blue,
One color in this word that saved me and helped me pull through,
The darkness that plagued me I didn’t know what to do,
Insomnia the completion of the two that came before,
Keeping me awake at night and picking me up off the floor,
All together screaming for me until I heard that knock and opened up the door,
Showing me I could be better and kept me striving for something more,
More and more of what? I couldn’t tell what it could be for,
Till I let it all go like waves crashing ashore,
Making me whole and cleaning my slate,
Filling me with love to drown out all the hate,
You thought you was a goner and would never be able escape,
Just know that like everyone else you are a miracle that’s impossible to replicate,
Remember your friends are just broken pieces of our inner child,
They are not here to hurt you but to help you to smile,
They may have been naive and at times seem completely vile and wild,
Yet they are apart you only trying to help you find your fire,
Like so many others who continue to rise and fall,
We all get back up and continue to crawl,
Just hold on and crawl through it all till you remember how to walk,
Out of the hell and fire where your footprints will leave their mark,
For you are the light that illuminates your dark,
Put back together all the broken pieces of your heart,
Forget everything else and remember you are truly a beautiful work of art!
From me to us the spark within the spark!
—TerrySalmon—