CommentAmongst the clamor I find myself. No, my youth. Small. Weak. Vulnerable. Bullied. Fearful of what comes next. Longing to be ignored. My body, unable. Only time can defend me. Soon this will pass. Days turn to months, months turn to years. Scars still visible, but the sting fades away. Zoom out. Discern. Grow and understand. They're all damaged too. Learn to forgive, but forget we will not. A lesson to illuminate. Wisdom to pass on. The pieces, broken. The painting, complete.0%