Rear View Wishes

Feisty spitfire

Determined eyes

Battle stance

And war cry

Integrity and

Dreams intact

Freedom to pursue

Wind the years forward

Gray matter

Interferes

Choices

Not apparent

Dreams

only in sleep

Older

Yes

Wiser

Debatable

Backward glances

Useless

But thoughts

Drift

Framed within

The rear mirrored view

A familiar face

Regards me

I stare

Into my own

Hope filled eyes

And tell

My younger self

I truly wish you were here