Building from the ground up, no matter that my age has become golden. My spirit, or part of it will always remain at age eight, and many other parts lag behind because growth becomes stunted when traumas held in go unprocessed.
Look at the pieces, scattered, shard-like, curved or smooth, but all badly broken. Hold them tenderly because each is a part of me, and needs gentle care. There is meaning when patience and understanding is applied doing some unraveling. Learning what lies beneath my anger, pain, and resentment offers a recipe towards freeing myself from the agony of stagnation.
Instead of floundering, instead of sinking, look at what hurts and why. Though unaccustomed to softness towards self, work towards offering compassion, understanding and acceptance. Those are the nutrients that provide growth, and a soft to fall inside myself.