I remember parts of my childhood and feel ashamed
Or possibly its not the shame that I feel, but a sense of loss, grief, a slight wish I could go back there- just for a moment,  to prove it all in fact was more than just a fever dream.
To fix the broken pieces of myself that I never should have lost in the first place.
But I can't
I must leave the past how it is and feel the tears pour down my face.
I am no longer a child and many years from being a woman.
I am torn between two worlds where neither are at peace.
I long for someone to hold me
Both past and present
It's a terrible feeling inside
It's like my inner child still screams.