Before You.

I remember who I was before you, but I don’t remember why.
I tiptoed around sanity like it was my job to stay blissfully crazy. I picked flowers with no understanding of why they need to stay rooted to grow. I stayed off the ground because it was safer in my mind to never touch the earth, for fear of rotting my brain with logic and truth.
 I remember feeling, but I don’t remember thinking. Thoughts didn’t matter when blood was draining from my veins because I didn’t have a purpose.
 I remember who I was before you, and I was scared. My foundations were lies and my walls were easily crumbled by savagery.  Every day was a new opportunity to suffer and learn why no one could be trusted.
I remember who I was before you, and I wish I could forget.
Now that you are here, the storm has settled inside of me.
I ground myself in understanding and patience, in hopes that you can be proud of where you came from.
We will leave the flowers where they are, and I will teach you how to grow things and ideas with time, compassion, and endurance.
I remember who I was before you, but I will never look back.

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