Poem to Self

I wish I could go back in time
To see the oldest friend of mine.
I walk upstairs, my steps are gentle
Cuz I know you can no longer handle
The rushed and brutal pace,
Every harsh word, every angry face.
I take a deep breath, I knock on the door.
I hear a soft „yes”, you’re sitting on the floor.

You look fragile and so scared…
I’m here to tell you: this will end.
You feel numb, your body is weak.
You look at me, you want to speak.
No words cross your mind,
You feel so empty inside.

I wish I could hold you for a while,
I wish I could see you smile.
But I’m here to tell you it’s ok,
You don’t have to be brave today.
You can be vulnerable and unsure,
You can feel everything you want to ignore.

„It’s your fault” you’ve been told,
„It’s useless”, „You’re too old”…
I’m here to tell you it’s fine.
Go hide while I count to nine,
You can run in the garden
And jump in every puddle.
It’s ok to build a castle all alone,
Or eat ice cream and drop the cone.
It’s ok to ride your bike,
Wear every colour that you like.
You can play with your little red car,
Or try to count every star.
You can have Snoopy on your birthday cake,
And enjoy every memory you make.

I can feel your little heart breaking,
I can feel your voice shaking.
„Where’s my home” you asked me when our eyes met,
I wish I could tell you, I don’t know just yet.
I have no answer, but it doesn’t matter.
We can just find it together.