WHERE ARE YOU?

I know I left you, but I had to grow up.
I had to fight. I had to heal.
So when the time comes, and the coast is clear—

You can play.
You can be.
You can see.
And… you can be free.

Where are you?
I’m on my way.

The most special parts of us—the parts that dream,
love, and play—are the parts we leave behind.
The parts of ourselves we forget to return to.
The parts we were told were just a phase.
The parts that die too soon.

But what if that was the light?
What if childhood was meant to be experienced twice?
What if our inner child was always our best friend,
locked away—not abandoned, but protected—
because the world wasn’t ready?
Because we weren’t ready.

So we made a pact,
a silent agreement.
One day, when the war was over,
we would come back.

But life, pain, and responsibility
took us further and further away.

Not anymore.

I’m coming back for you.
I’m coming back to save you.
I’m coming back to embrace you.

So now, we can play, live, and be free—
with no wounds, no fear, no boundaries.

In pure bliss.
In pure freedom.
In pure love.

Where are you?
I know it took a while,
but I never gave up on you.

Where are you?
I didn’t forget you.

The promise I made you is true.
And now—I’m coming back for you.

I’m coming back for the dream
life tried to erase from my mind.
But I remember.

I remember what you wanted.

You wanted love.
You wanted laughter.
You wanted to dance.
You wanted to paint.
You wanted to create.
You wanted to be free.

I had to fight the illusions that told me none of that was real.
I had to protect you by leaving you behind.
I had to fight the wounds passed down to us.
I had to heal them.

Where are you?
I have children you need to meet—
their inner child was saved
because I saved myself.

And now—I’m coming for you.
So we can all play.
So we can all teach others how to play.

Where are you?
I haven’t forgotten you.
I just had to put you away for a while.
But I’m coming back.

The war is over.

The lie that told you to grow up,
to abandon the part of you
that wants to fly—
is gone.

Where are you?
I have your wings now.
We can fly.

Where are you?
The illusion that told you
you couldn’t wear dresses
and be the girliest girl
because they tried to steal our innocence—

I fought that demon for you.
Now you can dance in as many dresses as you want.

The illusion that said you couldn’t speak to millions?
I broke that too.
I speak now.
I am heard.

The illusion that said a woman
couldn’t wield a sword?
I slaughtered that illusion with my own blade.
The Sword of Truth.

It’s safe now.

The illusion that no one will care,
no one will help,
no one will save us—
I killed that illusion too.

Because we saved ourselves.
And in saving ourselves,
we saved others.

Where are you?

I know I left you, but I had to grow up.
I had to fight. I had to heal.
I had to break the curses.
I had to shatter the chains that bound me.

Now…

You can play.
You can be.
You can see.
And…

You can be free.