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The Child Revisited
A poem about life after childhood trauma.
Today I got a glimpse of me.
The me that I swore could not return.
I saw the part of myself that I said was dead and buried,
Killed off by the destruction that was my life.
And when I saw me, I knew who I was.
I recognized the part of me that has always been my strength.
Like a fool, I closed my life to that part of myself for many wasted years.
I said to let that person exist was to be weak
Because that part of me hurts and is angry.
For so long, I have fought against any reminders of that me.
But somehow, today, when I wasn’t looking, I found me.
I looked in my eyes and saw the hurt.
I looked in my heart and felt the pain.
I looked in my head and regained the memories.
Suddenly, I was back to a place I had never really left.
And in that glimpse of me, I knew I was going to be okay.
So, I said so long to the child I never really was, and never will be.
