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CIRCLE OF SUPPORT

CIRCLE OF SUPPORT

When powerlessness strikes, sudden as thunder,
and a knot of fear tightens around my throat,
I remember: I'm no longer under
that distant childhood — where it hurt the most.

I rise to my feet, and find my center.
Inhale... exhale... I stand up taller.
I call my support, and it gently enters —
I feel the heavy weight grow smaller.

Care stood quietly there beside me,
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Time with Inner Child

Time with Inner Child

One-two-three
Dear adult me,
I am your inner child,
Come with me!
Let me show you
My secret space,
World of wonder,
My safe place.

Four- five
Let's bring your dreams to life!
Hold my hand and follow  me!
Let's play , set yourself free!
No judges here,
Release your fears!
Feel the rythm, 
Dance with me! 

Six -seven -eight
Let's create something great!
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THERE IS ROOM

THERE IS ROOM

I used to lock myself inside a mental loft,
to run away from all my imperfect scars,
bargaining with my life, counting up the cost,
as if I had no place beneath the stars.

I couldn't bear to hold my own imperfect being,
I raised others' criticism to the gods themselves,
the only rescue left to me was fleeing
from ever finding how to face myself.

And down the narrow sta...

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Chapter Six — When Silence Failed

The park that Saturday felt ordinary, deceptively calm. Sunlight filtered through the branches, leaves rustling underfoot, the kind of day that offered no warning. I had been watching over my younger sister all afternoon, something that had long since become habit rather than choice. When I told her it was time to go home, I believed I was doing what I always did, protecting her.

I did not know...

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