Dear Me, 

Who are you now? Who were you then? There is no way that I can know who you are, but I would love to know. I wrote this for you. Please, tell me what you think. 

Throwing Stones at Brick Houses

Look at me. you can see so many things.

My eyes are blue

My hair curls.

Why, you must know everything about me, 

except

my eyes are so blue because there is an ocean of emotion

feelings

words left unspoken

waves waiting to crash forth.

But they don't. 

My Name is Adeline

My eyes are blue, and I bet you didn't know why.

My curls dancing down my back

will not tell you

that I am an artist

They will not tell you 

I am a singer.

My name is Adeline, 

I have curly hair, but it can not speak for me.

You can see plainly from my long fingers

sprouting from my hands

like branches from a tree.

So you must see plainly 

that I write 

that I draw.

That the fruits of my passions come from these long fingers.

No? I didn't really think so. 

Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

I am told.

Well then I am safe, for I am not a glass house.

They can throw whatever they want.

You can't see inside 

Unless 

         You       

                  Open 

                        the curtains

My name is Adeline, I do not live in a glass house. I am not a glass house.

My name is Adeline and very few know me. 

But you know me, right Future Me? Please say you know me, because I'm not really sure if anyone does. I hope you liked my poem. 

All my love, 

- Adeline (2024)