I wrote a letter
To the wayward girl
The one that used to be me.
I apologised
For letting the wrong people in.
For walking away from opportunities which would have been good for her and just generally not being the best version of who we could have been and become.
I quite like being me most of the time.
It’s the rest of the time
When I don’t quite feel like I belong.
When the world just feels overwhelming.
When I take the smallest rejection as something more.
So I’ll say sorry that she needed to learn how to build walls to protect us.
I’m sorry the foundations weren’t more stable on the rickitty ole life we’ve shared.
But we got here
Wherever here is
And there’s many days left to let the sun shine on our faces and for the breeze to caress all that needs healing within us.
I wrote the letter , then made a paper aeroplane
How far I wonder
Just how far …