Thank you for allowing me to express myself
At the age of the trauma moments i did not know what to do
I would brush things to the side and store it in a closet
The closet was closed until i started to become more aware of self
Who am i ? where nobody else is looking
My true self the one who finally seeks professional help
I understood as a young man independent , the oldest of 3 that would do everything him self now broken down and could not do it by myself
Writing poetry at 12 until 21 and at age 33 in 2023 i came back to writing after a decade of not writing
Since then so many stages
So many tears of joy finally seeing that inner child in me smile
Cheers to that little body who was scared to say i am scared , i want a hug
I just wanted to be loved with no conditions
Without feeling like it was transactional the growth i’ve seen in myself i could not even imagined
This is letter is not only for the younger me but to the younger you
You are more than able and capable to be who ever you want to be
Lift the trauma bookbag and take that leap sheshh
Look how far i’ve come after removing that lagguage off of me