I was always that kid, you know?
The one with a grin in every photo,
Eyes twinkling like stars caught in a jar,
Happy to just be, wherever we are\u2014
Mountains, beaches, deep in the green,
Loving the world, so vast, so pristine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But life\u2019s not just snapshots and smiles,
It’s also the miles and the trials.
Things weren\u2019t all right in those younger days,
Pockets of shadows amidst the sun’s blaze.
Burdened, like carrying stones in my shoes,
Colors all dimmed in my childhood hues.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And there I was, sitting with darker thoughts,
Feeling so lost, in tangles and knots.
“Would anyone miss me?” I\u2019d sadly muse,
Feeling so broken, old news.
It takes rock bottom to see you need change,
To rearrange, to climb out of range.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No, nothing outside needed to fix,
It was all internal, a mix
Of fear and pain needing to heal,
Choosing to change my life’s reel.
A path of joy, of peace to claim,
Finding myself, not playing the game.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lessons from childhood, set the tone,
But they don\u2019t define the grown
Person I am, striving each day
To live, to love, in my own way.
Wounds are just wounds, they don\u2019t get to say
How I walk my path, how I play.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here I am, turning the page,
Growing with every stage.
All those memories, all that strife\u2014
It\u2019s all just part of life.
Grateful for every dip and dive,
Because hey, it\u2019s great to be alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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