Childhood is a place of laughter, learning and growing.
But you were robbed.
Your innocence was stolen.
Your white dress became stained with condemnation and guilt.
You no longer felt clean.
Life threw you on many paths because you where searching for truth.
The truth was in front of you this whole time.
But you couldn’t see.
Because you were blinded by injustice.
If we only could go back and erase every trauma
But who wants to go back to the dead things when life is in front of you.
I am sorry.
I am sorry you missed out on a beautiful, joyful childhood.
But it is time for you to move on and,
Allow the broken pieces of your life to come together.
Don’t be afraid.
It is time to heal.
****A letter to myself***