Friday, August 24, 2018

When I was little
whenever I'd cry, I'd cry alone
because I was too embarrassed to let anyone know
but I always felt that there was someone with me
with a voice so soft and comforting
and she always had just the right words.

Today I heard a small cry
from that very little girl
and it was then I realised
that the voice I'd heard those years
who I had thought was my mother's, my sister's, my guardian angel's
was mine all along.

"You are good enough," I said to her
"You were always good enough."

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