An after poem inspired by Amanda Baker. Going back to my childhood and 20s, I wrote from a place of remembering and forgiveness.
I started reflecting upon what I’d say to my younger self. This post is the result.
You are who are pretending to be okay when you are hurting inside and barely holding on to the little you have, I see your struggle.
You who are continuing to pour out to others even though your heart longs to be poured into, I hear your cries.
You who are showing up despite wanting to quit, I honor your sacrifice.
I see you. I hear you. I honor you.