Growth

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.