I stare at the garbage blocking the view

Where do I begin to clean and cleanse

Do I go back to the little girl I was

And say sorry for being raped, bullied and abandoned?

Do I talk to the teenage girl?

Who fell into a trap of a boy who promised her heaven

And became his victim of abuse

Do I say sorry to her too?

Do I reason with the lady I am

To forgive

Let go

And forget?

How do I begin

To collect the pieces and move forward?