To My Younger Self Poem by Asim Baadshah

Dear child of dreams and wild delight,
You chased the stars and feared no night.
You thought the world would make you whole,
But life will age your tender soul.

You'll learn that not all hands are true,
That pain can wear a face like you.
You'll cry in rooms you built with joy,
And break the toys you once enjoyed.

But through it all, you still must grow,
To find the light you used to know.
And though the world may twist your view,
There's still a spark untouched in you.

So rise again and trust the flame,
Your future self will praise your name.
The path is long, the cost is steep -
But every scar is yours to keep.

~ Asim Baadshah