Who are you to me?

Who are you to me when I’ve never known you?

When I’ve never known your smile, your laugh, your joy.

Who are you to me when you are but a memory?

A fading glimpse of compassion, love, and harmony.

A home I once abided in but never felt safe within.

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A glimpse into a past I cannot recall and future that never will be.

As I ponder what could have been and what was I’m left baffled and flustered.

Questioning my own sanctity.

Questioning if I am the divine light I am told be…

then why did you stray so far away from me?

As I sit with feelings of neglect and distrust,

I envision the mom you could have been to me.

I envision the home we could have built together.

And I long for the security of your sweet smile and warm embrace.

To hold me.

To guide me.

To reassure me.

To remind me, I am enough.

That I always have been and always will be far more than enough.

And that your absence is no reflection of me, but simply a memory.

A fading dream.

A reoccurring nightmare.

A flash back to a past that was ever so briefly.