Hold her

Children have a right to be angry

at a world that forgets them so easily.

The child inside you

is angry.

At the world,

but mainly you.

The carrier of her

the one who ignores her voice

instead of pushing her away

just listen.

You are angry.

I hear you.

I am sorry they hurt.

But mainly sorry that I hurt you.

Sorry I didn't listen.

Sorry I tried to blot you.

Sorry I thought that pretending you didn't exist

would make you go away.

But I was wrong.

Please forgive me.

I am here now,

open arms

and crying with you.