My little sister,

Sixteen will have moments when

black printed words consume your

vision and appetite, when

smiling faces blur into

phantoms lurking the halls, when

the insides of your eyelids

become your favorite view.

And my love,

that’s okay.

Sixteen will have moments when

your thoughts dance into

a sea of memories, when

experiences push you forward,

you will begin to learn

that life makes mistakes.