Letter To My Future Self

Hey are you still breathing? Are you still believing, or is your heart seething? Does life still have meaning? How's the word weaving, is the ink still bleeding? Tell me, does your poetry still flow? How do your flowers grow? Seeds you used to sow, do their colours still glow, or did they die in the snow? I wonder if your mind is still sane, or is illness hurting your brain. Do the pills heal the pain, or do demons now reign? Can you hear your mother's voice? Do your children still rejoice? Are your siblings still close, or have relationships froze? Do the ghosts still appear, or did the shadows disappear? Are you still the one who is silent, have you kept from being violent? Did you dance again with cancer, did adversity give you an answer? Did you always remain strong, even when life did you wrong? Are you loving, laughing or crying, I hope you are not close to dying. Is your spirit still ascending, have you become tired of pretending? Remember when I forgot to smile, but regret left after a while, so I hope you gained all that you yearned, and all your dreams were returned. Hope you found what you desired and the journey kept you inspired. Despite the difficulty of distance, is she still the reason for your existence? In the arms of your wonder woman, resting your head upon her soft bosom. Hope you rise to your beloved's eyes, who understands your invisible cries. Who makes your starry soul beam, ignites the flames of your spirit's gleam. Living forever in each other's heart, till death tries to keep you both apart. Sorry for writing this using rhymes, I know it annoys you sometimes! 13 September 2021