If I were 16 again

 I would bind wounds and not stab with words that escaped the prison of my mouth.

I would learn to fly without checking the wind's intensity,

Trusting my Creator, like the Eagles, to lift me higher than my fears.

If I were 16 again,

I would learn to wipe my tears with a napkin, instead of scrubbing them away with a hard rock.

Hard rocks never tear down walls, they only bruise hearts.

If I were 16 again,

I would learn to kneel with hands lifted in a 'V'.

I would learn to sing.

I would laugh more often.

I would love and forgive more.

16 is an age lost past.

Now is a reality always in sight,

I am learning and I am moving. 

Thank God.