Sorry for not having made room for you in my conscious mind earlier.

Sorry for having been ashamed of who you were, who I am.

Sorry for letting rotten souls enter through the window of my insecurities, ever so often.

Sorry for believing that society held the right manual of instructions.

Sorry for being sensible.

Sorry for categorizing playtime as unrecyclable creative energy, then putting it off.

Sorry for not having heard you—you always knew what I wanted.

Sorry for having confused maturity for a virtue.

Sorry for blaming you for my shortcomings. I know you developed them as a defense mechanism when we needed them.

Sorry for abandoning you when abandonment is what we both fear.

Sorry for criticizing you when we already had enough shaming.

Sorry for neglecting to pamper you because I was too worried about the system's demands. Or for others to even see you.

Sorry for not turning on the light in my subconscious mind before; I know that's where your room is.

Sorry for prohibiting you from making art for an unforgivable amount of time. I'm trying to make up for it.

Sorry for everything I've put you through.

Sorry for not having protected us better.

But also, sorry that you had to learn the world can be a tough place, and life can be closer to nightmares than you thought possible.

Sorry for shutting your tears off instead of hugging you.

Sorry for denying you the real reasons for our traumas for so long.

Sorry for my child abuse; I could be a monster to you when I couldn’t be anything but pleasing to everyone else.

Sorry, now I know you're my authentic self, therefore my best self.

Sorry, now I will nourish our relationship to the best of my ability.

Would you please help me share our path with others?