It
was never your fault.
It is time to give up
your weapons against
yourself.
Frozen
in time,
A vague, fragmented soul.
You lay deep within,
In pain, abandoned.
Little
one, do not be shamed.
Although she went away,
Mommy has always loved you.
Now
you curl, fetal position,
Protecting you from daddy's rage.
Still the hurt, in your heart,
Fear not, you will soon stand tall.
The
earth shakes, now you topple.
But with courage, self-nurturing,
You can grow stable.
And
in loving yourself,
And parenting yourself...
May
you find your:
Swayed
back straightened.
Foggy mind cleared.
Slumped head raised.
Scarred skin smoothed.
Vague feet grounded.
Divided soul wholed.
Emotion thought connected.
