As he walked down the halls of his old schools
He passes by his old yearbook photo on the wall
He wished he could’ve told his younger self
Of what to expect in all these years
Of how the bullies would severely crack him
His interests, his weight, his kindness
All and more would be teased
How being at home was not even safe
How he would have no one to talk to
Not his friends, nor his siblings, not even his parents
So close, so very close, yet he made it here
As he walked through his town by himself
He sees people having fun and enjoying the sun
He wished he could say to younger self
How most days will be cloudy
Enjoy what little happy times you have
There won’t be many as you age
For most of your days will be working and schooling
While everyone else travels and lives it up
But at least you’ll inherit maturity and preparation for older years
This town has changed and so will people come and go
Ever so closer he can feel it try
As he walked in his home
And stumbled upon photos of him at merely 5 years old
He wish he could protect him from it all
Tell him it is okay you are not alone anymore
But he knows he’s not the only one out there
For many innocents around the world fall deep in the dark
For him, solitude and survival will be his life’s themes
Close off the world from getting in even the friendly faces
Not to be mean but to protect himself from falling again
He may look cold, but that internal fire still shines even if barely
Yet here he is today as a young adult
Still going through life searching on his own
Accepting that it’s best this way for good
Sorry young-self but that other life isn’t meant
But that kindness and positivity that he possesses
Can still be used to save and help others in need
Lead them and guide them to be strong and better
No one was there in the past, but now is different
Still he wishes someone was there for him
To tell him today that everything will be okay
And as he reflects wanting to help this child
He felt something on his shoulder
An aged hand with a ring on it
It looked just like his hand but weathered from years
And then a whisper followed this spirit saying,
“Do not worry anymore. Life turned out great for us in the end. . .”
Novatourist 