Finally, after so many years of neglect, that wounded little girl that I tried so hard to leave behind walked back out into the world with me. I dried her tears and took her hand and stood witness as she showed me all the things that once held her back. It was a beautiful process, but what was to come was more beautiful still. As I brought her back into the light she began to let go. She began to trust. She began to smile. She began to laugh. Together we began to dance and play like she had always dreamed. And that pure playful creativity made it all so worth it. Every weapon revealed a wound. Every tear watered a dream. Every pain rooted a sprout. And every collapse taught us how to build. It was only after loving her roots that she showed me the splendor of her bloom.
Cristen Writes 🌸