To My Future Self

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

I can empathize with you no more

Self of now, a prelude to success

From a man to his words

Would I dare challenge -

tomorrow by today?

For if this ripening fruit

Seems so juicy as to harvest now
would only sour the tongue.
Teachings will arrive, seasoning the taste

For tomorrow’s sweeter bite(s).

When space and summer soften and
Filling the barren land with hope,
Murmurs of confidence mature

Blooms reassure the garden,

Today was not all for not, but
You do understand,

I just read you.

Your future self can thank me later.