Surprise!
A moment of passing,
threads of an old tale.
That’s all it took.
And it brought me back to myself.
Threw back the years.
With you, I’m how I was then.
That same core is still here, working the cogs
through the grime and the grit.
They’re tarnished, they’re beaten, they’re dented,
but when you held up the x-ray mirror,
I could see it was still me.
The me I always want to be,
but fear to let out in case
she gets hurt, ridiculed.
You unfastened her chains
and released her
regardless.
And she found she was safe.
You made her safe.
You.
Treeshallow Musings 