You met monsters disguised as loved ones. And when the real world became too cruel to bear, your imagination built new ones— worlds where you could run, fly, hide, heal.
You learned to love the monsters, because loving them meant surviving them.
You found beauty inside brutality. You stitched hope into your wounds and called it a superpower.
You bragged about your strength, how fast you healed after being hurt, because it made the pain feel less permanent.
You convinced yourself you were chosen— that maybe you were born to take more than others. That’s why it hurt so much, but you kept whispering: “I’m just pushing through. Tomorrow will be better.”
You wiped blood from your skin and ran outside like nothing happened— because play was your rebellion, joy was your escape.
You are the reason my children will never think they need superpowers just to survive.
Because of you, they don’t have to pretend. They are free to cry, rest, rage, be soft, be held, be human.
And you, brave one— you are no longer alone. You don’t have to survive anymore. Now, you get to live.
With all the love you once gave to monsters, I give to you.
Sage Page
Dear Inner child,
You met monsters disguised as loved ones.
And when the real world became too cruel to bear,
your imagination built new ones—
worlds where you could run, fly, hide, heal.
You learned to love the monsters,
because loving them meant surviving them.
You found beauty inside brutality.
You stitched hope into your wounds
and called it a superpower.
You bragged about your strength,
how fast you healed after being hurt,
because it made the pain feel less permanent.
You convinced yourself you were chosen—
that maybe you were born to take more than others.
That’s why it hurt so much,
but you kept whispering:
“I’m just pushing through. Tomorrow will be better.”
You wiped blood from your skin
and ran outside like nothing happened—
because play was your rebellion,
joy was your escape.
You are the reason my children will never think they need superpowers just to survive.
Because of you, they don’t have to pretend.
They are free to cry, rest, rage, be soft,
be held, be human.
And you, brave one—
you are no longer alone.
You don’t have to survive anymore.
Now, you get to live.
With all the love you once gave to monsters,
I give to you.
—Me
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