A Letter To Myself

Settled into an armchair

With a whispering cup of tea

And a biscuit-bearing saucer,

I write this letter to me.

I know that life has not – will not –

Turned out the way you would like.

But maybe life knows better than we,

On this map-less, hapless, hike.

I’ll tell you now it’s awful stuff;

It’s uphill all the way.

But you’ll never lose yourself, even

Though you’re sure you’re astray.

It’s impossible to lose your way

If you know not where you’re bound.

Perhaps it’s dangerous not to know,

But luck is always spread around

Well enough over the journey

To ensure you’re not worse off

Than more life knows you can handle

Until you reach the top.

So when you’re ditched and stranded

In a valley of  hurt or doubt,

Remember to keep on going, because

You’ll always get out, somehow.

They’ll tell you you’re not good enough,

That you’re going the wrong way.

Keep this advice with you always:

They’re RIGHT. But you see, it’s OKAY.

Because if you keep moving,

You’re always headed up.

And that’s where we’re all going

Anyway, so take things with a cup

Of tea and keep your head about

Your shoulders if you can.

So when they say they’ve reached there first,

You can say you’ve seen all that you can.

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Okay I know it's cheesy and so unlikely of me to have written this. I don't know why I wrote it, actually. Ironically, when it was in my head, it was a very self-depreciating poem, meant to be depressing. But when I tried to type it out, my brain derped and had other ideas O_O Have you ever had this happen to you before? I swear, I just wrote continuously without thinking, and this is what came out. But looking at this poem... I should really take my own advice.