My girlhood is but myths of empty memories of a lost imp that Learned hiding is better than to be seen. She was a sun, a ray of joy; but cruel words had her run away and I lost her, only to be met in the flashes of life’s tapestry of my youth. And while I carry unsurmountable grief of not knowing, and all the loss; I can but only imagine her as part of me. (Maybe we’ll find each other in a magical dream one day.)
Hanlie Robbertse is a South African born writer that uses her writing to give voice to topics such as mental health, depression, anxiety, grief, self-love, and other inspirational/spiritual themes. She is passionate about telling stories in creative form that can help bring change to the world and also to elevate those difficult things that are often not talked about openly or even shut down in our hurting world. You can find her at:https://www.facebook.com/IamHanlie
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