Shawn L. Bird

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.