Looking in the distance.

Another short poem, this time about my childhood.

Looking in the distance.
Looking in the distance, I see a child with weathered eyes.
Looking in the distance, I see discomfort and confusion.
Looking in the distance, I see a child who lives in constant confusion and fear.
Looking in the distance, I see the shadows of longing, longing for a better home.
Looking in the distance, I see a man who chose to walk away from his family.
Looking in the distance, I see a woman who can't keep her head straight.
Looking in the distance, I see three deeply traumatised children, leaning on one another for support through their loneliest night, through their roughest day.
Looking in the distance, I see myself. I see myself throughout my life, figuring out what I want.
Looking in the distance, I see the stages of processing. I see the stages of healing.
Looking in the distance, I finally understand that healing is not a pretty, linear process.
Looking in the distance, I finally understand that my healing is only that of millions of others. Everyone heals different.
Looking in the distance.