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Traveling back to
A place I'm not from
But spent so much
Time and change and
Trauma and growth it may
As well have been
A million years.
This gorgeous girl
Beside me, lifting me
Into a space
Where I can face
The pain I ran
From. I see in her
A future, and so
I can finally start to
Let go of the past,
To collect my scared,
Scattered self
And throw things away
That I no longer need.
She takes me
By the hand and shows me
Things of beauty,
These mountains look different–
When she stares at them
In wonder, they become
Something more:
Solid, real, important.
We wander places she traveled
As a child, she shares
Things that hold meaning,
And somehow I become
Something more:
Solid, real, important.
I am falling even deeper
As I finally get to see her
For the radiant being
She is, so passionate and
Vibrant, full of
Life and Wisdom.
As she sees me,
I start to understand
I'm not here
Anymore…
I don't have to stay
Stuck in a time
That hurts me to think about.
And as I cut the final ties
That held me down
For longer than I needed,
I spin, the storm…
I'm reeling, and reality
Sets in,
But she holds me,
She steadies
And it doesn't matter anymore
Where I'm coming from,
I have a home:
This is where I am,
And I create
My own origin.
About the Creator
Bex Jordan
She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Instagram: @UmaSabirah
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Comments (1)
This is enpowering and relatably written! 'To collect my scared, Scattered self' Was my favourite part! I love the impact of this!