The Words I Never Got to Say

Innocence is similar to a mirror,
in that it is fragile and easy to break.
If it ends up broken,
it will be impossible to wholly remake.

I promise you, little one,
though it may not all be okay,
you will find true solace,
in something, someday.

Although you may feel like a mess at times,
I promise that the demons in your mind at night,
are not your fault,
and they are no longer yours to fight.

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