Meet Me, Poetry

Open Letter to a 25 Year Old

Steadfast and surefooted it’s time to run through life.

They say you are fully developed. That the effectiveness of your brain’s plasticity has slowed, making it more difficult to bend and transform, to create boisterous blends of being: a constantly evolving blob of this and that. Rigidity replaces wonder and amazement; the beauty of living the tall and taled reduced to rationale.

But shame on them.
Malleability be damned.

Lines are drawn to be crossed
Mere suggestions. Make a statement.
COLOR EVERYWHERE,
loudly and wildly.

Extraction
With age, comes wisdom.
A stinging pain of clarity
flows and ebbs
from the spout—

Fall asleep and silently tug.
It shouldn’t be this hard.
Cracked, chiseled, cratered
Dig deeper, below the surface.

It gets bloody in the abyss;
jump anyway.

A Bad Idea
A bad idea is evaporated into the ether as quickly as it entered.
Full of risk, it leads to things.
Failing.
Living.
An integral part of the big picture,
A bad idea’s badness is only as bad as the good is good.

___________________
Go out and find people who expand your mind, who discover secret doors and uncover hidden passages. Who help you to grow in ways you never thought. Who push you to be a better human.

The winds of autumn blow hard and strong.
They’ll leave before winter’s end.

Lovingly & Excitedly,
A 26 Year Old

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