⪻Poem #43⪼
It's so painful to see
A child crying infront of me,
What about if that child was actually me?
Who needs help like desperately?
If it was before I would have done nothing
I didn't know anything even healthy venting,
I only knew supress certain emotions that I'm feeling
It's a life filled of fears, doubts, tears and missing.
Now, in this present
I can say it will be different,
I've grown a little height to help a child-
To hug, to laugh, to smile and love just right.
