Through the Looking Glass

If one day time were to stop
and the past and present
Collided
And I could see me
the younger me
through the mirror
Looking weary
and worried
and uncertain
about the future
What’s to come?
I would reach my hand through the looking glass
then take my younger me's hand

and say
- Girl, what’s wrong?
You looking for advice

from me?

Sigh.

Pause.

Silence.

And then finally a response

-Fine. Let me tell you

You sure you're ready?

Cause here it go
You don’t know shit
about shit
Nothing
at
all
Not.a.damn.thing.
And everything you think you know
is wrong
Off base
Will prove otherwise
Will make you question everything:
Your God
Your family
Your friends
Your values
Your decisions
Your mistakes
Your wants
Your needs
Your feelings
Your purpose
Your life
Yourself
So
Stop fcuking worrying about it
And while we’re on the subject of fcuking
Don’t fcuk him
Or him
And definitely, for sure don’t waste your time with
that one over there
But most of all
Stop trying to figure it all out

at once
Give it time
S p a c e
Breathing Room
And then wait
'Cause it’s just got to play itself out

But time does not stand still
Continuum
No magic tricks
No time machines
Or looking glasses
Just me staring in the mirror
Full of:
Visible scars
Invisible hurt
Secrets
Contradictions
Questions
Joy
Faith
Love
With a past that can’t be changed
and
an unknown future
Living in present tense

That's my time y'all! Happy Rum Punch Friday!