Overlap

The overlapping of me and us three Of who I was and who I turned out to be I never ever felt I was good enough Or tuff enough to deal with that stuff Gentleness inside grew like a flower by day by night hour by hour Yet I’m not some shrinking violet I did not could not would not cower I allowed soft to become my superpower No bitter bone or heart like stone A soft voice without the sappy happy tone Those who need me won’t be left all alone My minds not made to be judgmental even when others might feel anger prone So I’m okay with me and who you two became too We each have our ways to be true I’m thankful we escaped our blue Finding our best way through We are more than what we were or even all the things we’ve done or do Nothing is everything Thankfully overlapping old ways make way for the new. Myself an my siblings each dealt with the trauma of our childhood in our own ways. When I was younger I had trouble accepting their different ways. Time is a lense that helps us view the past with more clarity.