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I Am Right Here

Dear Me,

I understand what you are going through. 
I saw it happen, all of it. 
I was right there, all through it.

So dear one, you don’t have to tell me
All that you have to try and explain
To anyone who would care to listen.

I was born the day you were born
Yes, we both don’t remember that day
But I remember the past, as far as you do.

I would smile, beam with joy
When you were praised, applauded
I beamed at the world, when it recognised you.

I tried to tell you how proud I was
When you had worked so hard, done so well
When nobody else realised, nobody else cared.

I understand why that exam didn’t go well
I know those words that had stayed in your head
I understand why you lost your temper when you did.

I was there those nights when you were lying awake
You curled up in bed and I hugged you tight
Each time, I began- “It will be alright.”

I understood your tears, I wiped them for you
I let some roll down into the pillow too
As I listened to you and we sought out reason.

But my dear one, we are in this together
Unlike those you thought would stay forever
I know exactly what happened, what hurt.

I am here for you, have always been
So don’t you worry child, you aren’t alone
I don’t know how it will end this time
But I am right here, till the end of our time.

Forever. Always.
Me

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