I sat with my anger and asked why
It kept showing up. It said,
"Because I'm the part that's been hurt,
And no one listened,"
I sat with my sadness and asked why
It never left. It said,
"Because I'm the love
And care you never received."
I sat with my fear and asked why
It controlled me. It said,
"Because I'm the part of you
That's still waiting to feel safe."
Then I realized these feelings weren't
My enemies. They were my wounds,
Asking to be seen.
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