Dear me,
The me I was before I was the me I am today
The me who had everything to gain and everything to lose
The me whose path wasn't yet dictated by the worst habits
The me who was not yet grasped by invisible diseases
The me that was not happy, but was hopeful, ever hopeful
The me that was desperately looking for something
Anything.
To break the curse. Of loneliness
Only to gain a new curse - a new disease
A modern disease
I want you to know I am sorry
Sorry for what I have done in the past
The paths I've taken, the choices I've made
The mess I've put us in, again and again
It was never your fault.
You will always be the best of me
The me I keep inside of me
The me I keep safe from me (or try to)
The me I long to be
With love from
Me
*
Thanks for reading!
I missed the deadline for the Epistolary Challenfe with this one and initially I wasn't worried about publishing it because it's focused on a similar subject matter to another piece. However, I found it sitting in my drafts and felt it needed to be published!
Hope you enjoyed it. If you did, I'd love to, as ever, hear what you thought!
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About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (8)
A creative idea for the epistolary challenge .. a sad one but a good one.
I remember that me. I knew him well. ❤️
Beautiful, reflective piece. Well done.
Remembering a more innocent & hopeful time, regretting so many of the choices we've made, even as we understand that those choices have helped make us into who we are today. Then again, perhaps that's why we regret them. This resonated with me greatly.
This was very heartfelt. I think we can all relate to this a bit. I’m so glad you published this! That WIP folder of yours is legendary 😅
When you miss a deadline but complete the work to satisfaction anyway, this indicates a truth that must be said. This poem is no exception. Sad but tender.
Great poem Paul. The greatest truths are the ones we reveal to ourselves. This poem shows tremendous introspection and hard truth. It’s is well written. I’m so glad you published it. 🥰
I'm glad you published this one, too. It deserves to be read!