I wish I could tell you it’s all sunshine.
But you’d never believe or take joy in that.
You need cloud cover to hide the pockmarks on your path.
You should be here.
You should see
how all you feared came to pass
and you lived anyway.
How lessons took too long to be learnt
smarted with salt-rub on blistered skin
then washed in emulsion of sepia tints.
You should if you could…
but you wouldn’t and you won’t…
keep your eyes unfocused, looking beyond the prize,
capture all the slapdash details
which add up to a beautiful life.
Over at dVerse Poets Pub tonight, we are imagining receiving a letter or poem from our future self. What will we know/have learnt/be willing to share? What does the future look like?