Imaanah Saleem

Letter To Self - Poem by Imaanah Saleem

I learned something about you,
Something I never paid attention to,
And would've never guessed was true if I hadn't been told,
Even after the truth was brought up, I had a hard time accepting it,

How could that be you?
With all that you do?
Have done?
Plan to?
You're a hard worker girl,

A hard worker indeed,
But tell me—
With all the work you do—
Have done—
Plan to—
What is it that you have to show?

You admired diaries,
I recall a few designer booklets—
Some compositions—
Several regular spirals—
That was never filled,
Just claimed by a couple pages of scratch, then left alone,


Not like you didn't have much to offer,
In fact most of your stuff was gold,
But you played around with the jewels,
Toss them here and there—
Made copies of the same product simply to perfect your imperfect hand—
That penmen ship that was yours—
Of which you could easily own for yourself, but not for anyone else—

What would they say?

Who cares?
The diary was for you,
And because you worried so much about others looking in, it was never completed,

How could it be, when the imperfect one wrote by flaw on pages that inquired so little?

Think about it,
And the second you catch my drift, take a moment to think about it some more,
Be suspended in time,
Bite the bullet,
I want you to,
Yes! I, want you to—
For once—
Because you owe it to me!
You, owe me, so much!

The time it would've took to fill up those pages in, that diary—
The time it would've took to learn brail,
Time it would've took to get the hang of the piano—
Or to finish the art projects you adored, … like knitting—

So much—

Days, weeks—
Years, months—
Hours, minutes, seconds—
All the time you refused to give due to your anxiousness,

Patients is a virtue self—

I was told that you were never truly serious about a thing in your life,
That you say you want to do a thing—
Start it, …
But for whatever reason, it never gets done,

The truth is undeniable,
So waste no more time trying it,

Candles burn brighter in a midnight sky,
Like the moon that shows up for its shift during those darkened hours,

Be of some help,
Rather than seeking a way to cover what can't be hidden, look towards that which is reflecting on you,

The glass self—
Look at the glass—

See us for who we are,
And don't take offense,

Cheer up, I say,
You're still young,
And there's still some time left

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Letter To Self by Imaanah Saleem

  • Anita Khelawan (1/13/2016 11:53:00 AM)

    thnx for sharing.. it was a lovely piece... keep writing! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 13, 2016

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