Nothing.
If I could tell my younger self something
she needed to hear
it would be nothing.
All the pain.
All the drama.
The heartache, the trauma
and the joy, the memories, the delight found.
I know she would not have listened
because even now
there are things in my heart
that contradict what my head says.
Though I suppose I might say,
you will survive
and you won’t do it alone.
Saturn's Premier Poet 