I can totally relate -- I've been going through old boxes, and have been coming across prose and poems I wrote years ago, and had forgotten about completely.

Interesting, poignant at times, and as you say, the words still move, even after all this time. I wrote a post a couple of weeks ago about one of them that was particularly vulnerable, but in the end, healing.

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, yes? Even when it may not seem so at the time.

Lovely poem, which I've resteemed. ;-)

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