As a child,
Teacher’s words ripped at my soul,
Creating a deep wound on the heart and soul.
Years passed;
The wound became a scar,
Reopened by an unkind person.
Child’s fear returns.
Anxiety churns the stomach.
Hiding in silence no longer an option.
Can no longer cower.
Must face the fear,
An adult comforting the child within,
Standing tall with new strength
Shouting out, “I will no longer be stepped on!”
The wound closes,
The scar fading,
The child within set free.
A strong adult emerges.
aimee eddy 
I love this poem, Aimee
You should submit it somewhere.
It’s full of power, self-realization and independence.
Go, AImee!!
Amy
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Amy,
Wow! You think my poem is that good! Thank you so much.
Aimee
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