I wrote a poem for the little girl in me and I would like to share with everyone
I was stuck mourning the girl I was ten years ago.
The girl who didn’t know death.
The girl who wanted to be loved.
The girl who wanted to be heard.
The girl who longed to be acknowledged.
I was stuck mourning the girl I was six years ago.
The girl who was fiercely independent.
The girl who woke up motivated.
The girl who created without fear.
The girl who loved with her whole heart.
The girl who could find laughter in almost anything.
But today, I wasn’t mourning her.
Today, I found myself loving her.
Today, I sat beside her.
Today, I became curious.
I sat.
I listened.
I acknowledged instead of avoiding.
I realized I love the girl I sit with.
She is beautiful, yet intimidating.
She is courageous, yet sometimes arrogant.
She is curious, yet cautious.
She is compassionate, yet guarded.
And then something shifted.
Today, she no longer felt intimidating.
She no longer seemed arrogant.
She no longer looked so cautious.
She no longer felt guarded.
Instead, I saw myself.
She carries the same compassion I do.
The same anger I do.
The same beautiful, complicated mind I do.
She was never someone I needed to outgrow.
She was someone I needed to come back to.
So today, I sit with this little girl.
I don’t push her away.
I don’t silence her.
I don’t avoid her.
I sit.
I feel.
I listen.
I acknowledge.
I love.
Because that is all she has ever wanted.
Not to be fixed.
Not to be forgotten.
Only for me to sit beside her and truly listen.