I wish I could
speak to my younger self
Your heart will lose
more of every battle
This will seem permanent
but you hold all the hope
You are only
a small learning child
They will tell you
‘You are doing it wrong’
But I need you
to choose to live your life
Your past is past
Don’t let every hardship
control how you live
Live every life
You must choose
You will get hurt
Tell them
don’t be so scared
You will be
Okay, little one
You must live
for both of us
You’ll be alright, kid.
Written by H. A. Archer Jones
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