On the brink of 29

I think back to 18-year-old me, 

who was on the brink of turning 19 

It feels like yesterday, but also a lifetime ago 

I wonder what she would think of me 

28 on the brink of 29 

Thinking about her 30s 

the way she once dreamed about her 20s

She’d probably be surprised

by how mellow I’ve become

But our fiery heart is the same, if not brighter now 

She probably thinks I forgot all about her 

But I didn’t. Her dreams still live on.

And I hope she knows that I’m doing my best 

to make her proud