To my 15 year-old self – Helen Qin (Confessions of a Doctor to be)

Hello there, we haven’t met, but there’s a day you’ll see,

Our lives are inextricably linked, I know you better than me.

A decade’s worth of wisdom to give and I know it’s unorthodox,

But I’m going to tell you anyways, screw the temporal paradox.


There’s a journey ahead of hills and valleys you simply cannot foresee,

In ten years’ time you’re a doctor to be, still at university.

Pace yourself dear, don’t burn out too fast, the light at the end is far,

But I promise it’s there, you’re on the right path to blossom into who we are.


Never forget the two in the world who’d hand you their hearts if you ask,

They’ve given their all and even some more, so I have for you one small task.

Your rebellious days and angsty teen years, trust me it just isn’t worth it,

You owe them your all, and then just some more, I think we both can admit it.


You’ll be sad to know, some friends will turn foes, and reveal their true lying faces,

And others will vanish or drift to the past with sadly no lingering traces.

But true ones will stay, to fight by your side and of course new pals will emerge,

Be patient and true for life has way, for all of your arcs to converge.


Relationships wise, you’ll love and you’ll lose, then learn and you’ll love again,

A soul full of warmth, a heart of pure gold, who despite all your flaws will remain.

You’ve a cautious heart but one that is kind, don’t bury it six feet too deep,

The right one will come and you’ll know when it does, so remember to give them a peep.


That’s all that I have, I’ve no more to give, not sure if my wisdom is helpful,

And if it is not just take home one point, that you are incredibly special.

You won’t feel it now, nor a year or five more, in fact I still worry some days,

But one day we’ll meet and you’ll become me and we’ll go our united ways.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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