Handwritten

A Letter from my Younger Self

Dear 20 something,

You are not supposed to know
Your days of when you were an infant
The number of times I had to fall
Till I finally learnt how to stand.

That no one mentioned this to you
Of how I had to creep and crawl
To make sure I managed sitting
Before even trying to stand tall.

Of how in the beginning still
I could only stumble and tumble,
At each time I tried to walk,
With tiny little steps and never too far.

Even so I kept going on and on
Before I could race with a pace,
And what a joy it truly was
To be able to gallop and chase.

But what if I had surrendered
On the very first time I tripped?
Not giving more than a few tries
Before readily admitting defeat.

But I didn't, ever wonder why ?
That no one told me to keep faith
Yet I kept holding on
And believed myself strong.

So how come did I manage
What you don't these days now.
You choose to lay there helpless
As bottom hits and crashes you down.

Let me share with you a secret
Which you may find fortunate,
The rationale behind my resolve
Of persevering to learn to parade.

I knew not of failure;
To me world was my oyster,
And the sky was the limit,
For fishes could fly and the birds swim.

Infinite possibilities and boundaries none.
Stars within reach, pretending to fly;
On my toes with arms spread wide,
I could do anything, only mattered was I try.
Your younger self.