An ode to my 20-year old self

When the day taunts you with bad weather

Bolt the doors and windows 

to save your temper

Don’t play the game of guessing

You will lose every round

When the night calls for darkening

Promising weeks before it’s bright

Stock up on candles

And master the art 

Of sleeping in untamed darkness

When years seem to distant

For catching up

Or too slow for your hurried dreams

You’ll have known,

Fair warnings ease the storm 

But not the chaos that emerges after.