Opening My Can of Turmoil

This me now,
It’s not the real me.

I miss my happy self,
The girl who didn’t know how to hate herself,
The girl who didn’t know how to hurt herself,
The girl who didn’t know how to hide herself.

With my can of turmoil opened,
I can smell my happy self coming back.


2 Responses to “Opening My Can of Turmoil”

  1. Louise says:

    Wow! This makes me get teary eyed…

    It makes me see a little girl playing innocently, happy and free. Its you inside you. I want to say “Come out and play”.

    I will say it. “Come out and play”.

  2. Writer A says:

    Thank you, Louise.

    Now that it’s out in the world, I am feeling it wanting to come out. Although it is taking its time… So, I suppose the other lesson for me is to have patience and let the process complete itself.

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