The Door To My Past

Every night I dream of a door that would take me back to my past...

A door that would lead me to the old me, the me I used to be...

And when I walk through the door, I see the me that would try too hard to prove myself to the ones who hurt me.

I would sit on the floor and hug the old me, the me I use to be...

I would whisper to myself that I don't need to pretend to be someone I'm not.

I would tell myself that everything is going to be okay.

I would tell myself the only way to move on from all this pain is to let go and breathe...

I wish the old me, the me I use to be, could see me now...

I still have struggles, but I wish the old me could see that everything has gotten better.

I have learned and accepted that I'm not perfect, and I am now starting to love myself again.

And every morning when I wake up and close that door, I'm sad because I know that I lost a part of myself through this, but I know everything is going to be okay.