To My Future Self Poem by Lance Abellon

To my future self:

Life has hit you so many times,
That almost led you to banging doors,
Clashing cymbals of brokenness,

Led you to the asylum of emptiness,
Thousand times of wandering,
Leaving you in the middle of the dark road,

But that, was then.
And we are in the now.

To my future self: Live again.

Life is waiting to be discovered.
Another chapter is yet to be written,
That, there are so much wonders to look up,
Just like the clouds in the blue skies,
Moved by the winds of morning dew,
Just like the sun that shines bright,
Its rays fill your windows with enough light to keep you going.

That you're not an anybody
That life leads you to a new road that maybe, you haven't been before.
That life maybe cooks up a new thing that will open the doors that were shut,
And you hear the music in your ears, leading you to dance with, to sing with.

That you're not just a book, sleeping in the shelves, tied in strings of loneliness and nothingness, but meant to be written in sheets of paper,
That you are meant to be heard, to forget the past, of what was unsaid,
Of what do you feel about yourself?

To my future self: Love again.

To once again, open up the window,
And look forward to see your heart again,
To loosen up to love again, to once again feel the rush of being loved back,
By the people you meet every day, by the people smiling at you.
To feel again the warmth that never rushed in your skin for a long time,
To feel the embrace of the morning passing to your days.
To love again, despite of the broken past that have hurt you the most,
To love again, as Your Creator, and Almighty Father have loved you in the first place.
That you are made for love, that you were born to love.

To my future self: Dream again.

To dream again at the stars, to reach for them again,
To take a closer look of the future that will unfold not maybe at the moment,
But in time, it will.

To never be afraid again to take risk, whenever life tells you do it,
That you are made to paint a canvass of yours, to color it with moments
That made you look at life as a beautiful gift to be lived.
That you're a beautiful masterpiece waiting for the world to be seen,
So that they will look at you.


To my future self: Start again.

To hold on to the future, to let go of the past.
Don't be afraid to take another shot,
Just seize the moment you're into.
For this breath that you breathe,
is worth fighting for.
To make yourself whole again,
With a hope renewed in your heart,
You'll going to make it.

To my future self,
Be better. Be bolder.
Be the best you can be.