Dear Fourteen Year Old Me- A Poem

Dear fourteen year old me,

That highly spirited girl, young and free,

Here’s a letter from the seven year older ‘you’,

The one you’ll eventually grow up to be whatever you do.

These seven years are going to change you into something you never wanted to be.

But we’ll talk about you today, that ‘you’ in my history.

Do you still cry while going to school?

Mamma’s little girl that you are, do you still hate mondays?

That cocoon, you made a shelter for in our terrace,

Do you still hope to find a butterfly there someday?

And that small lemon tree, that you planted,

Has it grown out well?

Does mamma still beats you for the silly mistakes you do?

Don’t worry honey, she’s gonna stop it in a year or two.

Do you watch that series on TV?

The one with your favorite love story?

I know you are crazy about it, the way I used to be.

Do you dream of having your own house painted red and white?

I won’t tell you anything about it, let it be a sweet surprise.

Do you play with snow, and dance in the rain?

If not then do it as much as you can,

Because soon enough this world is gonna tell you,

You are too old to do that.

Do you wait for that guy, you had a crush on,

To look at you and smile,

Start spending more time with him,

He’s gonna be there only for a short while.

For now just, live. Laugh at yourself and keep moving ahead.

Because as days are passing by,

You are going to get a million reasons to cry,

Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,

And bold enough to lie,

This world is gonna break your heart, a countless times,

Make you taste all the flavors of life, you never wanted to try.

But don’t give up on your dreams and your life,

I assure you, you’ve definite seven years and more until you die.

Here’s me wishing you all the luck,

Till we meet again,

Goodbye.

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33 thoughts on “Dear Fourteen Year Old Me- A Poem

  1. Wow.. Hard-hitting, and as many of us are forced to acknowledge, so true.
    Especially “Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,
    And bold enough to lie”.
    No one ever told us about the strength, the struggle it is to lie. They always pretend it’s only truth that takes courage. I still struggle with it- I know. I have lived my life honestly- and seen the pain it inflicts on myself and everyone around me. I expected respect- that is where honesty stems. But where there is no respect- what use is honesty? And now I’m stuck in some crazy mental whirlpool that realizes that honesty isn’t always the best policy, but cannot escape the trait that has become a part of my character.
    Very well written, Mona.

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    • sometimes its better to lie for some things and yes, its truly difficult to lie for some people. I was like that when i was a teenager, i lie now, whenever i think its okay for me to lie. sometimes that is the only option. when i look back i wish i had the power to lie then, my life would have been very different.
      glad you liked it.. thanks. 🙂

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  2. I have to know: Did the lemon tree grow and the butterfly come? I love this, it is wonderful, as all your work is! Also, don’t believe the dumb world, we are never to old to play in the snow or dance in the rain…those are two of very few things that make life worth living! And I agree with your thoughts on lying (including the ones in the comments)…you always get told not to lie, but it really is a skill that people should learn to use well (albeit carefully)…

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    • yes, it did grow and i heard it gave fruits too..but i wasn’t there, i had left that town in a few months.. and the butterfly, it never came out. i was just a stupid kid who made a shelter for that cocoon with stone and a bed of petals and leaves…i never saw a butterfly there.:-(
      yes, i think lying sometimes is a necessity to survive in this world..but it shouldn’t be something which hurts anyone. i have lied in places where saying the truth would have hurt a lot many people.

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  3. Time and again I wish I could go back to 14-year old myself! I remember that as the best time of my life! Falling for someone for the first time, afraid to speak out, and all! Sound so very innocent!
    Revisited those days with your poem! And as we grow up, we are taken for granted that we can bear little more of pain! Don’t be broken by that! 🙂
    And definitely your poem is so very innocent and beautiful! 🙂

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