I have been spending the last 6 months,
Falling back in
Utter.
Total &
Complete
love, with life.
All over again.
As though you only just woke up.
From a nightmare,
From a dream,
A long slumber.
Like something out of a fairy tale,
Told at bedtime,
To little girls who will grow up to realise there’s no one there,
At the end of the day,
To save you.
My only regret,
Is spending my whole life,
Holding my breath.
Waiting for the next tragedy,
And the constant battle with myself for not being,
Enough.
For not working hard enough.
For not being smart enough.
For not being kind enough.
For not being perfect.
When all along,
My mother was right.
You are practically perfect in every way. Always have been. Always will be.
Lots of love.


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