I want to apologize to

You, to the bright eyed and

Curious girl who played with

Bugs and danced with bees. 

I want to apologize to

You, to the aspiring adventurer,

The fearless braveheart,

Nothing stood in your way.

Shouting from the top of the

treehouse,”I am Captain Ozzie!”

Do you remember how much

Dad loved Ozzie Osbourne?

Do you remember how you used to be?

Do you know that you are actually me?

In a world where time travel is possible,

I would say some things to you, 

Or I guess I should say me.

It’s not your fault, you were 

So kind to yourself, but then

You grew up. You forgot yourself, 

Your passions, your kindness, your

Bravery. 

I admire that about you now, how much

You didn’t care. 

You didn’t care about being “one of the boys”

You didn’t care about looking good for school,

Or looking good to “impress” boys.

You cared about your next adventure, 

You cared about school, friends, family.

Things that mattered.

How did I let these values slip?

I’m so sorry, little me.

I will do better for us.