October 7, 2023

I am the young one who feels so sad and alone. I lay in a puddle of rain and dirt because it feels like familiar terrain—part of my own pool of endless tears and inner turmoil.

I want so badly to break free of this nagging and present heartbreak. Sometimes this force pulls me back in even as I do the work of letting go to discover a new way to nurture myself.

Yet sometimes, I am still the young wounded parts that yearn for safety and love.

I am also the one who feels like an outcast because of this longing.

If I only had what they have, maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone and they wouldn’t wonder why I’m like this.

Instead I have to find it inside myself and within my inner circle.

I want you to remember this is not all of you or all the time. Remember to let the young ones have their time to grieve what should have been yours.