Pain broken voice.
Tears finally allowed to release.
Heart hurting because of truth.
Doubt, guilt and uncertainty
still trying to keep their footholds.
Seeing them
and realizing
you are still that kid
who just wanted to know
they were loved.
That they were seen.
Trying to find new ways
of accepting what is past is gone.
Someday, someday it will come.
Saturn's Premier Poet 