And then you showed up
And discovered a part of me
That I never even knew existed
My friend sent me a poem, I’m not sure who by, but it reads
“No one is mad at you
That’s just an echo
From how you grew up
You’re safe
You can let go”
I didn’t realize that this was a huge part of my childhood that I connected with one of my biggest “temp checks” and fears: “are you mad at me?”