You were so very small
pulling your limbs inside yourself
wearing a vacant scowl,
trying to turn yourself inside out
to avoid notice,
when we were all there
So much trauma to hide from.
so many layers of armour.
Will we ever see you drop the ballast
so you can fly?
Probably a few too many metaphors here, but the sentiments hold true. May have to work on this one a bit more.