“We grew to be the adults our child-selves needed.”
Is this true?
Would she feel safe with me?
Would she fear for me?
I wish I could hold my child-self
I wish I could make her feel safe
and loved
and enough.
I wish I could tell her that she
doesn’t need to diffuse every argument,
that she is not responsible for
ensuring everyone’s happiness.
But if not that,
then I wish I could look her in the eyes,
cradle her cheek lovingly,
and tell her to burn the world to the ground.
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Such a familiar concept, and the power behind the last stanza is breathtaking!
Good advice! It’s not to late everyone!
Easy traps to fall into, but we learn and grow. We figure out what we needed growing up, then reflect it into the world. Very good poem.
Dang, that last line
Your writing is brilliant! It resonates so deeply for me.