Poetry is important, it's a form of art and writing that has existed for hundreds of years the word poetry is actually rooted in Greek. It means "I create" (poieo) and a personal belief of mine is that any form of art is creating something that wasn't first there. When you put words out into the universe you can't exactly take it back. Think of when you speak, you can't delete or erase the words that you have just said. If I could tell my fifteen year old self or any fifteen year old is to take your time.
This poem is a poem I wrote over the span of two years, I started it in Alberta Canada as a way to remember where I've started and I find it fitting that I have finished now that I'm back home in California.
Dear 15 year old me
Wow Freshmen year. Let’s get some things straight.
Twilight is not cool don't aspire to be Bella
Be Rosalie who rips the throats of the men who hurt her.
Math will only get harder; this is why you love English.
Dear fifteen year old me
He will tell you sweet pretty things
But you're only both 15 and boys are stupid
That doesn't change for a long time
Dear fifteen year old me your friends will leave you, you won’t be friends with them later in life.
Your best friend moves away but don't worry she comes back
Dear fifteen year old me your first "boyfriend" will date you for three days only out of pity
It will be okay. You're only fifteen.
Dear fifteen year old me: high school sucks. A lot. You find your mentor, your English classes will be the best parts.
Dear fifteen year old me, your parent's divorce and you will not know how to handle it
Nights will be long and winters too cold
You will be so sad that some days feel like eternity
Dear fifteen year old me your father loves you so much
It will get better.
Dear fifteen year old me your first kiss happens in a math room it's not romantic but you giggled after and it made it better
Dear fifteen year old me, he won't treat you how you deserve.
Your parents will only get worse.
Your life doesn't get any easier but thank God you don't stay fifteen.
Dear fifteen-year-old me your poetry will speak your soul into existence.
You will travel to so many places and meet so many people that being fifteen isn’t that big of a deal.
Dear fifteen year old me.
You study out of the country, in Canada of all places.
You meet people you now call family and date a boy that wasn’t half bad.
Dear fifteen year old me, you learn that no is a complete sentence.
Dear fifteen-year-old me you learn that monsters are actually humans.
Dear fifteen year old me….
You’re now 21 and about to graduate
You made it with an English degree.
Dear fifteen year old me…
So where do we go from here?
