to my younger self.

Standing in the ruins of what I used to be,

I looked around and saw my younger self.

I walked up to her and saw that she was bruised all over. 

Sitting down, I held her in my arms, and whispered the story of how she became me. 

I told her about all the nights I spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong. 

I told her about the days I felt like a stranger in my own mind. 

I told her about all the times I felt my heart being ripped open all over again.

I told her about all the days, weeks and months that I spent mourning the person I used to be.

Then I told her how one day I woke up without wishing that I could just sleep in.

I told her how I met myself once again and how my heart felt warm again.

I told her how I found the strength to choose myself and how powerful it felt.

I told her that all the bruises on my self wove a beautiful story that I now recite to

 her. 

~ shreya.