Poem prompt: If you could relive one day before the end of your days, which one would you choose?

If I could relive one day? I wouldn’t choose an easy one not the laughter.
not the sunlight.
not the moments that already feel warm. I’d go back to her. the little girl who didn’t understand why her chest felt tight
why her voice disappeared
when she needed it to be heard the most.
I’d kneel beside her be the safe space she needed take her trembling hands in mine
and tell her,
“You’re not wrong.
You’re not imagining this.
You’re allowed to speak.
You’re allowed to run. You’re allowed to be safe.” I’d wrap her in the strength I didn’t have yet,
the strength I gained
from surviving what she couldn’t fathom. I’d stay with her
until she believed me, until she knew she wasn’t alone, until she felt the future version of herself standing like a shield
between her and the hurt. If I could relive one day, I’d choose the one where she needed saving, so she could finally hear the truth: that she was worthy of protection, that she deserved to be held, and that the woman she becomes
never stopped fighting for her. That day would mean so much
to both of us.

Our inner child is so so special. They’ve gotten us this far, it’s up to us to get us the rest of the way as well as reparation for the pain we never deserved.