Friday, January 3, 2025

A Talk With My 12-Year-Old Self

I see you,
curled up like a leaf after a storm,
wondering if this is all it will ever be,
if the hurt will always be there.

You don’t have to carry this alone.
I know you don’t trust anyone now,
but one day you’ll find friends
who speak to the parts of you
you think no one could understand.

I know the nights are heavy,
filled with questions no one answers,
memories you can't stop replaying.
But there will be people who listen,
who see you, teach you
how to turn pain into something
that blooms instead of burns.

It’s okay to cry,
to scream.
to stop pretending you're fine.
It’s okay to not know
how to put words to everything breaking inside.

But please,
don’t let the darkness convince you
that what happened is all that you are.
You are so much more.

More than the hurt, more than the betrayal,
more than the silence you wear like armor.
There’s still laughter waiting,
still light in the corners
where you’re too scared to look.

Keep going.
One breath at a time,
one step,
even when it feels like falling.

You are stronger than you know.
Let yourself feel. Let yourself dream.
Let yourself believe that one day
you’ll look back and see
how strong you really are.

 

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