Younger

they ask

what would you tell

your younger self?

what would they think

of you now?

but it’s all still here

my heart a fist

that hasn’t unclenched

in twelve years

I think the better question

is can I avoid remembering

the people

so broken

I was crippled

just looking at them

they said

you‘ll get better

I hope that girl is here

her heart beating

a message to her future being