I write poems as odes to young girls
hoping that my old self is somewhere
hearing our experiences,
learning from our mistakes.
I was too stubborn before to take advice
but I might, if I knew it was coming from
the place I was meant to be in the future
you know, like, destiny.
If I write these words on the walls
of a heart still attached to my youth
could I impart to her my present truth?
And I know I shouldn't cry over spilled milk
but I think that trying to un-spill it
is a different kind of futile.
Maybe it will prove useful,
to someone else.
Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.