Poem to Myself at Sixteen by Elizabeth Schott

When I was sixteen, and even at twenty-six, I had no idea the possibilities within my grasp. I’m sure ten years from now, I’ll feel the same about today. If you ever reach across time and communicate with yourself, please follow Elizabeth Schott’s example in this poem: be kind. Of course, you don’t need a time machine to be kind to yourself.


Photo courtesy Brian Landis

Poem to Myself at Sixteen

I can see what you want.
I can see how fiercely you want it.
I can see that having it will change you
irreparably.

I have not come back in time to tell you
that you may not have it,
that it should not be yours.
I have not come back to join that chorus.

I have come back to stand beside you,
to fight for your right to choose it.
I have come back to help you make sure
it happens all over again.


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