Come home

 From Ladies Pass It On

I want to take you back, to the last day you loved

yourself.

You were 12, maybe more, maybe less and until that

moment, thoughts of your body had not existed.

Your life was not marred by the self-doubt you now carry

so well.

Something, or someone, broke a sacred piece of your

spirit that day.

Someone with a sharpened tongue, a blackened heart,

or perhaps the blind ignorance of youth.

And each day that passed took you further and further

away from the comfort of your own skin,

the acceptance of your vessel, the synchronicity of your 

parts.

Until you became so disjointed, you barely recognised

the shapes you saw in the mirror each day.

And as I take you back, I think we can agree, you were

perfect, if perfection exists.

And I think we can agree that if you could, you would

wave a magic wand and give that little girl her joy back,

her confidence back, her clarity of vision.

And watch her fly.

But my friend, it's not too late, never too late, to forgive

and heal.

You are simply a wearier version of she.

And you are even more worthy now of the piece they

took from you.

Take it back.

Synchronize your parts, climb back into the comfort of 

yourself and fill your skin once more, as though feeling it

all for the first time.

Come home, little one,

Come home.

~Donna Ashworth