I always look at me as a child—
Curly hair and naive eyes.
If only I knew life would be so wild,
So full of lies and loud cries…
That child I see, so pure, so bright,
Could never guess what lay ahead.
The nights of darkness, void of light,
The tears, the words left unsaid.
Sometimes, in the mirror's stare,
I catch a glimpse of her, still there.
A smaller version, unaware
Of all the weight she'll one day bear.
I wonder what I'd say to her,
That child with dreams so pure and bright.
Would I warn her of the storms that stir,
Or let her bask in that soft light?
If I could, would I change the past?
Or let it shape the person here?
For every shadow life has cast,
I’ve grown through every doubt and fear.
Little One
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How beautifully you've told the truth… Thank you…! Sincerely, Irakli.
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