(Today’s prompt is a letter to someone in a villanelle format.)
“Dear you, from me”
I look at you and all I can think is “Wow.”
Did you really see your life so filled with flaws?
If only you could see yourself now.
Your life back then is something you would now never allow:
filled with anxiety and sadness all because
you were afraid to whisper those words out loud.
Silence and suffering were part of your vow.
You might as well have wrapped your mouth in gauze.
Just the thought of you like that makes me wince “Ow!”
To think you came so close to saying “Ciao”
to your true self, that you thought happiness was as real as Santa Claus,
truly makes me stop and wonder how.
You deserved a hug, not to throw a cow.
You disappeared, somehow lost with the cause.
You needed someone to tell you to take a bow.
I want you to stop and listen as I say this, strong and proud:
give yourself a round of applause.
You grow up to be me, hitting life with a POW!
Your life is not shameful; embrace yourself and be proud.