Healing

I saw you last week.

You looked the same as I remembered you and still,

you scared me.

I thought I had gotten over the fear,

but still like a child I hid from the monster,

shrinking myself in the car beneath the window in hopes you did not see me,

how cowardly is that?

How can you still have this much effect on me?

I feel like I am that teenager who felt so lost and afraid of everything,

I turned to you for the map to show the way,

but you were gone.

I was left to be beaten by the brutes.

It's been years past and I still have those phantom hands on me.

Yet you go around telling the world that I was the problem,

that I ruined your life,

that I am the crazy one.

I was a child.

I am picking up the puzzle pieces of myself that you decided to rip from me.

Trying to be the better version that you always wanted for me,

but now,

you don't even know my name,

and that is a power I like having.