I send my love to the past,
to the child that could only cry
Unarmed to the cruelty of the world.
I cry for her,
Send her gifts she would love with all her heart,
And tell her it’ll be better.
Even with my own ups and downs,
I know that I would appreciate
All that I have done for me.
I will not let her die.
Not now, not then. We persist.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I do little things for the version of me that lives in my past. A tattoo that meant something to her, a trinket I would have loved. A memory made in time I didn't think I would have. I hope she's proud of me, somewhere.
- Category: Forgiveness
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