Growing Up

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Growing Up

Deep aching void
stands like a cave
in her warm, round chest.
Dripping of sorrow,
drop by drop
forming a lake of tears
enough to deeply drown
a vulnerable kitten.
She thought she
had found her Love
though, over time
she grew to find herself….
hidden by all the men
she’d ever known,
beginning with her father…….
Where she needed to go
was not where she had been.
Individuating is painful.
It is a rebirth;
a birthing of our true selves.
She knew this.

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