When I was a child
I did not have time to grieve
Nor time to heal
The hurts and misunderstandings
Life was too exciting
I was too happy to be alive
To grow
There were too many things to look forward to
I buried my hurts inside me
And grew around them
Without knowing it
They shaped me
Now I search for my way to happiness’ door
I walk the rope between abandon and responsibility
When someone inadvertently touches my forgotten wounds
And throws me into long lost suffering
And there I find myself again
I find the child so happy to be alive
With so much to look forward to
And I allow her to grow.
