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To My 16-Year-Old Self
by Alli MartelThey tell you you're not in love, but you are.
Isn't it terrible? To love so selfishly, so
completely, is the opposite of love, they say.
But you know the truth.
It is all there is.
You think you know death, but you don't.
You've read all the books, studied your Plath
and Goethe and the Brontës that matter,
but not from beneath the heavy blanket of sorrow.
You believe you won't live to see 30
but that your father will live forever,
his Superman heart racing on.
But it will stop. You still
grieve for lost moments
without knowing why.
You are not unhappy, not yet.
That will come in time. Breathe
now, while you are invincible.
While there is nothing
to expect. 08/16/2012 Posted on 08/16/2012
Copyright © 2024 Alli Martel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/18/12 at 06:59 PM This is wonderfully positive, though there are things we don't look forward to. You've set it like a bookmark in life and I enjoy it very much. Delighted. Thank you. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 08/08/20 at 12:22 PM looking back on my teenage infatuations, i oscillate between believing i was in love and writing it off as mere crush or obsession. perspective is a double edged sword. :) this is a superb piece, and i sincerely hope that "the Brontës that matter" includes Anne. :) |
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