Piecing Together My Present

I'm piecing together
Scraps of paper
Scribbled with words
From my past,
Trying to create a present
Even though what I'm longing for
Is a future.
And these pages
Of words
Transform themselves
As though my former self,
Who was just letting
Letters leak from her pen,
Knew I'd need these words today.
Eerily pertinent to my present,
It makes me think that
There's a me
Who's placing these words here
For a girl I don't yet know,
Advice for a future someone
Who's searching to
Piece together a present.
It's as though my story's
Already written within
But my past me just won't quiet enough
To let the present me
Paint the picture of my future
In beautiful meter and rhythm.
So I'm clipping
Words and phrases
From my past
To create a poetic present
But also smiling at my
Present fragments,
Knowing they'll piece together
Quite nicely...
Someday.