I see you now dear shadow. 

You are me as a little girl. I see that you are innocent. You are me as the teenager who craved belonging, I see that you just wanted love all this time. You are me as a young woman, trying to find her way. I see that you needed me to show you. You look like me as a new mother, with a heart blown open caring for the most precious thing I’ll ever have and the sudden anxiety that came along with it. You are the suffering that so often comes with this beautifully uncontrollable human experience and the fear of suffering that was only ever imagined.