To: Future Me

TO: FUTURE SELF     By: Jiya and Amaya

Dear future me,

I want to give you a box

   A box filled with hope

   The hope you left behind

   To share with others

I want to show you the monster

    That hid under my bed

    While I hid under my covers in fright

    Now I wonder, did he ever want a friend

I want to give you a pair of wings

    Beautiful angel wings

    Wings that will fly you out of hell

    And into the heavens above

I want to hand you my dad’s guitar

    That he played on every night

    Strumming the melody

    That made my mother cry

I want to pass you the locket

    That mom wears near her heart

    So that even when she’s gone

    We will never be apart

I want to hand you a sunset

    Off the golden coast

    Sinking into the waves

    Disappearing to give way to the moon

I want to sing you the moonlight

   Of the middle of the night

   A calming melody

   Resounding with soft meaning

I want to take you on my childhood daydreams

    Of faraway planets

    That I dreamed to adventure

    Only my shadow for company

I want to give you a key,

    The key to unlock yourself

    Free yourself from the chains

    That hold you in place

The last thing I’ll send you  

    Is the laughter of my little sister

    Heart light and free of sin

    And that is the last thing I’ll send you

Maybe, just maybe

I won’t send you these things.

            But I’ll send you this letter

                             So you know that  

                               Nobody can give you these things

                                                 For yours they already are

Sincerely,

 ME

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