Dearest me

 

Don't stop skipping steps

bound up the stairs as if a black monster is chasing you

even after you stopped believing they existed

continue to dance after they said you were tall to be part of the group,

even if it were in  front of the mirror

don't wish for that short bob of hair, you'll get it soon in the future 

now, pati  running  her hand through your long hair to patiently untangle each knot

can only exist in my imagination.

Prompt- write a letter to yourself as a child