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My Younger Self

May 24, 2024
By Mrosed2007 BRONZE, Arlington, Massachusetts
Mrosed2007 BRONZE, Arlington, Massachusetts
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if i could visit 

my younger self 

i would go back

to when i was innocent


i laughed 

more than i cried

i didn’t know what trauma was

or mental illness

or even death

i only ever cried 

out of physical pain,

never emotional pain.


the loudest sounds 

i could imagine 

were lions roaring

and childish shrieks of joy,

not screams of terror 

and anguish


i could never have imagined

spending more 

than one day in a hospital - 

most likely as a result 

of a broken bone,

or temporary sickness - 

let alone spending 

hundreds of days 

in various hospitals

for reasons 

other than physical ailments


i didn’t know 

what calories were,

didn’t think of some foods as “safe”

and others as “fear foods”

i didn’t need caffeine 

to get through the day

i didn’t know what drugs 

or alcohol were


semicolons were punctuation

and butterflies were 

beautiful insects

that had no deeper meaning.

i wouldn’t have understood

if i was told that they’re 

symbols for recovery


i was fearful of getting hurt;

never in a million years

would i have expected

to crave it,

long for it,

purposefully inflict it 

on myself


there was a sparkle 

behind my eyes,

like a gem,

that had not yet 

been stolen from me


i enjoyed school

i savored the time

that i got to spend

with my friends,

and playing outside,

and doing crafts;

rather than watching the clock,

counting down the minutes,

waiting 

impatiently 

for the day to end


my friends didn’t 

abandon me

or spread rumors about me;

no one was fake.


when i was upset,

i always went running 

into the arms of my parents,

not running 

away from them

in anger.


i was happy,

couldn’t fathom a time

in which i woke up 

in the morning

wishing i hadn’t.


i was told 

i was innocent.

i took that as an insult

i now wish i had cherished

those early years of my life,

when i was oblivious

to the brutality

of the world around me.


i will forever be filled 

with regret

that i didn’t live my younger years 

to their fullest,

and that i lost 

my childhood self

far too young.


The author's comments:

To whom it may concern, my name is Molly Dickerson. I have been writing poetry the past few years as a hobby. I struggle with mental health, and have used poetry as a creative outlet and positive coping skill. Last May (of 2023), an essay I wrote was published on the NAMI blog, detailing my experience in mental health facilities, and describing the crisis bed shortages throughout the country. I am submitting my poem "My Younger Self." Thank you for your time.


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