Trauma

Remind me of the child that I was

when the wind just meant air

with nothing more but oxygen that we breathe

and an urge to do something great;

a long list of big dreams.

Take me back to those corny days

when I got cornered by the witches

for being admired for my big brown eyes

that they couldn’t accept;

making me question my worth,

ended up bullying,

Remind me of how hard it was

to overcome the loss of my friends

who turned out to be nothing

but random people shattering me

like a glass as if I wasn’t a mirror

to show them their reality.

Remind me of that young girl

who was traumatized by judgments and

felt misunderstood in the huge crowds,

trying to figure out an escape

and leave everything behind.

Cut to the amazing person

that I forgot I have always been,

who now stands tall and straight

with her eyes on the prize

and the crown on her head

with nothing but victory on her mind.