Just today, I was looking through some old stuff, and stumbled across a letter I wrote to myself three years ago. It was, of course, dedicated to the "future Micaiah." Reading it brought me back to a place that I prefer to stay vacant from, resulting in many tears shed. It reminded me of all the years I wish I remained a kid, rather than growing up so quickly. It seems I was so unaware of all that I would accomplish and be blessed with, thanks to the Lord. So, in return, I have decided that the most appropriate way to respond to such a letter is to reply to the previous Micaiah.

Dear Younger Me,

As we both know, we have experienced quite a lot of trauma at too young of an age,

But little did you know your concealed emotions would soon turn to rage.

Your built-up anger will never quite be relieved,

And you will soon lash out on the one who gave you most grief.

That is until you find yourself repulsive,

To the blade it is, craving the destructive.

Failing in any attempts to provide yourself physical pain,

You sit feeling guilty, bathing yourself in shame.

I wish you just would have seen all of those who loved you,

How could they not, for you're the very best they could do.

Thankfully you recognized your mother's love,

For the only reason we're still alive is the reason said above.

I apologize, my beloved, for all that we have gone through,

But I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you.

If only I could support you and be there with you now,

I know you're hurting, but you won't always be down.

So many life-changing people will walk into your life,

And in turn, you will want to survive.

You are a starry-eyed and bright young girl,

I wish you wouldn't give in to the temptations of the world.

Your mind is filled with dreams beyond compare,

I want you to know that they have still remained there.

Because of you, I am so much more aware,

For if we had not been through it all, I wouldn't care.

I thank God for allowing you in my life,

If I had not known you, ignorance would be rife.

And please know that it is always up to you,

Doing the right thing is usually most difficult to choose.

If only you knew what God had in store,

You would have long given up the self-hatred you bore.

You asked me to thank the man we're with today,

Because you assumed that was how our life would be reclaimed.

Sorry to break it to you, we are still single as can be,

But just remember the saving was only done by you and me.