Letter to the Girl Who Hid…
You don’t have to come out yet.
I see you. Curled small, breath held, heart pounding in your ears louder than the shouting.
You are not weak for hiding.
Hiding was the smartest thing you could do.
You were not cowardly
You were surviving.
I wish I could crawl in there with you.
Not to drag you out
Just to hold you.
Just so you wouldn’t be alone.
Every time you heard the footsteps above,
every time you made yourself invisible,
every time you stayed quiet when you wanted to scream
You were doing something heroic.
You saved us.
You saved me.
And I didn’t forget you.
Not once.
I carried your silence in my bones.
I made a life where it’s safer now.
Where we don’t have to run.
Where your drawings can be flowers instead of maps out of hell.
You don’t owe anyone joy.
But you deserve it.
You were never meant to be brave alone.
I’m here now.
And I’m staying.