Temper Tantrum

 

My younger self stood before me,

Stumping her feet and shaking her fist,

Demanding to know why I hadn’t shown her,

The marvelous woman she would become.

 

What should I have said, I asked her?

What could I have done?

You were too busy licking your wounds,

Crying your tears and quitting too soon.

You spent time kicking up dirt,

Soothing your pain and nursing your hurts.

You spent time doubting yourself,

Putting your stock in everyone else.

 

I always knew the woman you’d be,

I could see what you could not see,

I understood your less would be more,

When you took flight I knew you would soar.

 

My younger self yelled out at me,

Stumping her feet and shaking her fist,

Demanding to know why I hadn’t told her,

Her little life would turn into this,

 

What should I have said, I asked her?

What could I have done?

You were too busy licking your wounds,

Crying your tears and quitting too soon.

You spent time kicking up dirt,

Soothing your pain and nursing your hurts.

You spent time doubting yourself,

Putting your stock in everyone else.

 

I always knew the woman you’d be,

I could see what you could not see,

I understood your less would be more,

When you took flight I knew you would soar.

 

My younger self ran behind me,

Stumping her feet and shaking her fist,

Demanding to know why I hadn’t told her,

The life she knew would cease to exist,

 

What should I have said, I asked her?

What could I have done?

You were too busy licking your wounds,

Crying your tears and quitting too soon.

You spent time kicking up dirt,

Soothing your pain and nursing your hurts.

You spent time doubting yourself,

Putting your stock in everyone else.

 

I always knew the woman you’d be,

I could see what you could not see,

I understood your less would be more,

When you took flight I knew you would soar.

 

My younger self stood before me,

Stumping her feet and shaking her fist,

Demanding to know why I hadn’t shown her,

The marvelous woman she would become.

What should I have said, I asked her?

What could I have done?

You were too busy licking your wounds,

Crying your tears and quitting too soon.

You spent time kicking up dirt,

Soothing your pain and nursing your hurts.

You spent time doubting yourself,

Putting your stock in everyone else.

 

I always knew the woman you’d be,

I could see what you could not see,

I understood your less would be more,

When you took flight I knew you would soar.

My younger self stood before me

Stumping her feet and shaking her fist,

Demanding to know why I hadn't shown her The marvelous woman she would become!  

 

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