Reflections

When I look in the mirror I sometimes imagine looking at a young version of myself.

I think about how naive, and blind she was.

How she was so silent when it came to horrible things that happened to her.

When she FINALLY had the courage to say something.

Most everyone would sweep it under the rug.

Like it was so normal...

It was far from normal.

Sometimes I imagine drowning my younger self.

Maybe if the innocent naive child were dead.

I could live.

I could live without the weight of the trauma holding me down.

...

Maybe if bad things never happened when i was young...

Then maybe I could have protected myself better when I was older.