growing from tiny droplets
into huge crashing waves
long after you forgot about
the rain that birthed them
This is about the way childhood affects us and how at the oddest moments, when we least expect it, certain aspects of our childhood hit us and make us vulnerable. The way we are brought up, the way we’re raised and what happens to us in childhood are influential on who we are as adults and, personally I think, that this is never more true than for women, especially emotionally, stereotypes we have grown up with will affect us in adulthood even when we have rejected them.
All images/textures/brushes my own or bought. Edited with Photoshop.
Words my own from my poem Ripples