Versions of Me

What if 5 versions of myself met in a room one day?

If I were in a room
With 5 versions of me
Who would be friends?
And who enemies?
Would 12-year-old me
Find herself proud of us?
Or would she fear
Knowing at 14, I tried to kill us?
Would 5-year-old me
Run into my arms?
to keep her safe?
To keep her from harm?
Would 14-year-old me
Be relieved we made it?
Or would she regret it?
Would she hate it?
Would Kayden be there?
Would he feel isolated?
The very thing that birthed him-
The thing he most hated?
Would 30-year-old me
Regret what she sees?
Every vast, stormy ocean
Every torrent and sea?
And what kind of mirrors
Would they be to me?
What kind of brokenness
Do they see in me?
As I stand there naked
Skin sprinkled with scars
Would they be proud
of the constellations I’ve made
Would they rejoice
In the foundation God laid?