The Echoes of Within

To the younger me:
I met my younger self; she didn't recognize me,
Though I knew her so intimately.
She was at the start of her odyssey,
A journey filled with trials and stories yet to be.
I took a deep breath and revealed my truth,
"I'm you, in the future, with wisdom and youth."
Her eyes widened in surprise and dismay,
"How can this be?" she asked, in a bewildered way.
I knew her trajectory, the path she'd take,
And the strength she'd find in her own fortitude to make.
She'd face trepidations, fears that would ascend,
But also find solace in the love that would transcend.
She'd feel like a misfit, a fleeting thought,
But I told her, "Your essence isn't measured by people's report."
She'd learn to cherish herself and find her own way,
And discover her latitude in the choices she'd make each day.
Her eyes grew wide with awe and curiosity,
And questions poured like a melodious sonority.
"Will I bloom like a flower?" she'd ask with gentle solicitude,
"Or wilt like another, forlorn, unsure of my attitude?"
I knew her fears, her doubts, her pain,
But also her strength, her heart, her gain.
She'd rise above, she'd shine so bright,
And find her place in the morning light.
I vanished, giving reassurance sublime and true,
That she'd be okay, and her narrative would unfurl anew.