A Letter To My Past
How do you like me as I am today?
Twenty years young, triumphantly boasting
Success through all you had been foreboding.
Casting my vast nets as far as the sun
While you cast your line in small empty streams,
Passionately chasing visions and dreams
While you bury your head in sand or run.
Do you still see no hope for my future?
See the wounds you thought I couldn't suture?
In my past I was but a ball of clay.
Shaped by your hands and your verbal roastings;
Scarred by abuse and spiteful goading.
I'm still not the one who mocks or makes fun.
I still don't pick guys last for my sports teams,
Because I know what hardship and hurt means;
How it feels to wish tomorrow won’t come.
Here I stand, the scar-ridden suitor
In full war paint, looking back with humour.
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