The Past I Would Visit
Only one rewind--
no more,
no less.
I scroll through the years…
like a hallway of doors.
Some glow with regret ,
some whisper with possibility.
But I would pause before the one
where my stories first came alive -
when " fine " meant “ unhurt!”
I’d open it gently , and
find the version of me shaking,
beneath her careful smile ,
I’d kneel beside her and whisper ...
“ Being afraid doesn’t make you any less worthy of love! ”
Then I’d slip back
into the living quiet of this day.
Softened ,
by the truth
I finally carried home.
written 11272025_Trang Province
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