I burned the ashes of 16-year-old me,
A memory I would probably keep safe,
Close to my heart.
Tell her that she'll be fine,
That the world isn't kind,
We have to fight to survive.
And darling, you're doing just fine.
I know it all doesn't seem right,
Nothing makes sense as I conclude every night,
Watching the distant light.
Nothing makes sense,
Loneliness and anxiety seem tense.
But darling, it's alright.
I've got you with all my might.
Everyone's been hurting you, I see,
But it's the start to become stronger, do you see?
I know sometimes it feels, life is hardest on you,
But tough times make tough men, right?
Just cry, it's alright.
But please don't mind everyone's advice.
Your soul shines through the darkest times.
Just don't end your life.
Someday I believe you'll be alright.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If I could meet my 16 year old, all I would say is- What you're going through made me the version I am. The version you wanted to be. So darling please just keep fighting with all your might.....
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Comments3
At Sixteen our focus is slim.
Indeed, Thank you so much for reading and commenting😊
Tremendous work.
Indeed if and only if we had learnt the lesson - life never ends but goes on and on... beautiful expression!!!
Thank you😊❤️
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