I’m in mourning. Grieving for the little girl who never got the chance to fly, why did they try to steal my light, it wasn’t right. Sadness overcomes me for the little girl who I was meant to be but they were too blind to really see what they stole from me. My innocence, my happiness, my joy and need for life to be breathed into my soul and it took a toll on who I was meant to be. She’s hiding still, terrified and abused and used and the ruse that I put up is slowly faltering. She’s hiding, waiting to come out from behind the woman I’ve become, and I will protect her always. I will find all the ways to let her shine and be mine again. To fly freely, jump with the ever dancing rays of light. Leap into puddles and passing the blight that was forced upon me, into my very being and it’s so freeing knowing that who I am is who she needed all along and though it’s wrong that I was needed I have pleaded for so long to be who I’ve become. No longer numb and unfeeling and it leaves me reeling and relishing in the warmth inside my heart, and though for a time we were apart I’ll never leave her behind again. My friend, my inner child, and it’s so wild to think that in a blink of an eye she was gone and lost for so long but she finally belongs and has a safe place residing inside of me. Never again to be left behind. Never again to turn a blind eye to her, and for her I will deter the negativity inside my mind that suppressed her for forever. And we, together, will wether whatever life throws at us for now I stand tall with her beside me. Derived from me I became who she needed, I will protect her. I will shield her from the darkness, and in the starkness of the day turned to night I will always fight for her, so she can stand tall too, because she deserves it. And with wit I’ll grit my teeth and fight for her to flourish every single day in every single way she will finally live and thrive and no longer just survive. Together forever intertwined, and in my mind we’re finally free to be who we deserved to have and to be, which is me. And I am her and the lines have blurred and with her I can finally express the rest of my feelings because life is fleeting. No longer will I be treating her as the fragile little girl I was because she is strong. She is resilient. She is wise beyond her years and all our fears will crumble and shake in our wake as we awaken and rise and fly so high we’ll never have to touch the ground again. We can finally begin to feel what happened and process and heal. Together, hand in hand, and just as planned we can do this. So onward we push, and onward we go because you never really know when life will end, but it certainly begins with her.