To My Future Self

(To open 10 years from today) Dear Self, I know you’re struggling with some really crazy things, and the world is not the place you used to know. Needless post-cancer injections left your body damaged, and now you’re being urged to chance more health dilemmas though you know so well your body and your soul! No one has the right to tell you what to do. Remember that your freedoms are God-given, so always “to thine own self be true.” (Just throwing in some Shakespeare there) I imagine, Dear, you’ll still be writing sonnets till at least two-thousand-thirty-two. I’m trying to stay positive about your future years, so I would love to say that if you open this ten years from now, that issues you are facing now by ‘32 will have gone away. If not, just keep on going the best you can enjoying life's simple pleasures as you like to do! I’m sure by now that you’ve become great-grandma to one child or maybe two. Have faith in God. Stay strong. I suppose that you are still right where you belong, but wouldn’t it be nice if at last you lived near all your family? That’s the very best place for one to be. Stay grateful; be happy and be kind. I know that you’re still writing, for you love to exercise your mind. And if you have survived the future culture war, Congrats! (now try for ten years more) Sept. 20, 2021 For Unseeking Seeker's 'In conversation with our soul ' Poetry Contest