Dear Five Year Old Me

Dear Five Year Old Me,

I will reclaim you from that dark, lonely closet you used to sleep in.

I will come get you from under that bed where you are dead asleep.

Your little body shivering from the freezing cold inside your bones.

Death held you close and sang you lullabies to help you sleep after your mother’s beatings.

Little girl, I am reclaiming you.

I am here to bring you back to me...