I think it’s naive to say that some of our traumatic experiences ever leave us, but I do believe that we can get through them, grieve them, and move on in a healthy way from them. It doesn’t mean we forget. It doesn’t mean that when we sit and think about them we don’t feel sadness. Moving on means that we are able to view our past hurts in a way that does not limit our current happiness. We don’t hide from them, we don’t wallow, and we don’t pretend they didn’t shape us.
Every bit of our lives, every moment, makes us who we are. This poem is about all of that.
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