Healing for Your Soul

Hello 21,

You look oddly familiar

perhaps because I dreamed you up

when I was 12,

hoping that the body  I stifled in

really wasn't my own

Why so sad, 21?

Did you forget something in last year?

Is it not enough that your heart still beats?

though thunder beats louder,

more consistently,

somewhat like the prayers of lost saints

and preaching atheists combined.

Remember me 21,

and all the decisions you made,

all the mad men you turned sane,

all the sane men who collapsed

within themselves

only because your 21 couldn't be captured

like the 16 year old without a father

whose barely present mother couldn't tame her

Goodbye 21

I've forgotten what you smell like already,

and I wish I wouldn't;

so let me keep the lessons you taught me then,

like hand me downs from my older self

and I wear them,

like evening clothed by sunlight

but also drink them, perhaps like cyanide

so another 'me' escapes the soul;

like the sunset which dies for darkness,

memories die inside of me-

a medicine,

finally healing the soul.