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
for you.
So much trauma to hide from.
so many layers of armour.
Will we ever see you drop the ballast
so you can fly?
.
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Probably a few too many metaphors here, but the sentiments hold true. May have to work on this one a bit more.
Shawn L. Bird 
Life and relationships, whether friends, family, and lovers seem to behave like bumper cars.
And sometimes like artillery.
Lol. True. I enjoyed driving one. My aim was to miss bumping and go round and round. Feel the wind flowing by and stay at sp[blam]eed. Oh well gridlock. Lol. Thank you kindly for the mental spin. 😉
Nice work, I think it works as is
Thanks. I have a plan… 🙂