The Child Who Knew



 

The Child Who Knew

Opening Passage

I wasn’t just a child.
I was a soul with a plan.
A whisper with purpose.
A giggle wrapped in light.

They thought I didn’t know.
But I did.
I always did.

Spell: The Child Who Remembered Anyway

For the one who saw through the smoke.

I was never truly asleep.
I played along with their dream, but I always knew.
My spirit whispered behind the noise,
and my eyes shimmered with ancient truths.

They mistook my silence for sleep.
They mistook my stillness for compliance.
But even in stillness, I remembered.
Even in fog, I saw.

The illusion never owned me—
it only challenged me to break through,
to claw light through shadow,
to laugh in the face of forgetting.

Now I rise—not as someone who just woke,
but as one who always knew.
I was the child who remembered anyway.

Memory Flash: The Campfire & Dandelions

There was a tree I called the gnome tree. I sat in grass near it, dandelions bobbing in the breeze. That spot was sacred. It felt like home. My Nan and Grandad live in that tree now. I feel them when I look up at the big trees that stand there. I was 2 years old and already home.

Sound Memory: First Laughter

I remember the first sound I chased. I had just gotten my first hearing aids, and I was walking around trying to locate a curious sound I had never heard before. It was my dad crumpling newspaper to line the fire grate. When he showed me how he made the sound, I was fascinated. I laughed with pure joy.

This page honors the one I’ve always been. The girl who saw, who knew, who laughed with light in her eyes even when no one understood.


Spell: For the One They Called Too Sensitive

I didn’t cry too much.
I felt too true.
I wasn’t dramatic.
I was divine in motion.

I didn’t break easily.
I was breaking spells.











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