I am slowly
Learning to have compassion for the girl

That believed she had no voice.

The girl that was afraid to shine
Or make a sound.
Who had been beaten down.

Who had almost disappeared from

Existence.

She will always be a part of me.
She was not weak.
After all
She carried me on her own.
On every twist and turn.
Up
Mountains and through valleys
Alone,
She carried me.
She pulled me up off my knees.
She dug me out of the shadows

And pushed me

Into the light.
Lifted my gaze up to life.
Through sun and storms.
Through my entire life.
She carried me.
Now it’s my turn to
Carry her.
To love her and I realize what I thought

Were her weaknesses,

Led to my strengths.