It’s normal.

That’s what everyone tells me at least.

My eyes blurred by tears, it’s over in an instant.

Looking to my bundled joy I think back on life.

All my choices not the best but every choice leads me here.

Gone is the little girl screaming within WHO’s heart break and trauma left her unable to become her best self.

Years go by without a hitch and the temporary bandaid starts to peel losing it’s tackiness.

Each memory surfaces slowly bringing with it all the dispare and pain.

She’s ready this time it took her years but she’s gotten the hang of it.

She caresses her inner child whispering thanks for all it’s done and fixing the cracked confidence and love she held.

In helping her inner child her adult life began to change no longer bitter and angry she was free, free to live, free to love, free to be who she always imagined.

Patting down her ruffled mess the child went to bed no longer scared, worried or stressed.

Who knew all it took to be better was facing the things she buried all those years ago.

Ripping off the bandaid she rejoined the world this little bundle would get everything she never could.

This lovely child would get her at her best and never at her tipping point.