The girl crying under the ocean's bridge

When someone has experienced rejection by their mother, father, or family, they grow up, get out of the world, and search for someone to fill in that void.

I know this from experience;

I've had kids come to me, and latch onto me like I'm their mother,

Or like I'm their father,

Or that they can talk to me.

About tampons without shame or guilt,

Kissing their bruisers with my healer's touch,

I was a healer for their struggles.

I built makeshift worlds where imagination muses. I navigated storms where, I, too, had to hide. I must be a presentation of having a special aura of security and comfort.

Or maybe I just grew up too fast having to look after everyone around me

and pushing myself behind.

There were cords of responsibility attached to my soul.

I remember crying under the ocean's bridge because I had no one but myself to cry to~

I was that girl.