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MY TEARS ARE BLINDING MEI crawled inside the small cocoon
So no-one else could see,
The pain and fear I felt inside
Just wanting to be free.
To fly away, high up above
The clouds so soft and white,
To be myself for who I am
No fears when it was night.
But I am here, can't fly away
Can't stop the many tears,
Can't right the wrong from long ago
There's just so many fears.
My Inner Child is waiting
For help to come along,
To hold her hand and comfort her
And tell her that she belongs.
But the walls I built are solid still
Too high to set her free,
Can't reach her hand or hold her tight
My tears are blinding me.
I have to try and understand
To capture the truth within,
To gain the strength of who I am,
And see where I have been.
And hopefully I'll see the truth
That I did not do wrong,
And one day I'll reach out to her
And we'll both be so very strong.
written by Mary G.
11 comments:
Thank you for visiting my blog a few times at least. How did you find it? Your poem was beautiful and I can relate. I usually want to destroy and kill my inner child, but I've been easier on her lately...progress. Your poem is a reminder that she is not bad and did nothing wrong.
:( So sad and yet so well written.
A beautiful and heartfelt poem, you have a real talent!
~Shiv
I SO understand the cocooning experience.
A very powerful poem. Thank you for sharing.
Your blog is wonderful Mary. I appreciate the visits you have made to my blog also. :) I shall be back.
Dear Mary....... Thank you so very much for your visit and your comment. Your postings touched my heart deeply. I too am a survivor of an abusive parent except mine was my father. I am going to post a link to your blog on my Childhoodstolen blog, as I know there are others that would benefit greatly from your heartfelt words. Again thank you for your visit.
It's so hard at first to let ourselves love that child we were. E.Sue Blume, in Secret Survivors talks about how we had to blame ourselves as children. Now, as adults, part of our healing work is to let ourselves love who we were. You were a child who deserved to be loved and kept safe. I wish you had been.
Very well written. Wendy and I can share your pain today more than most since it is Father's Day.
Mary,
thank you so much for visiting my blog and for your kind comments...
your poetry is excellent...
It does however, express such a deep sadness and longing...I sense that you have a long felt sadness...
I pray that you find peace and your inner sadness is comforted...
blessings,
Mimi
I love your poetry. I am currently working in therapy to help my inner child grow up. It is much harder than I sometimes like to admit. Thanks for your beautiful poetry. It really connects with so many of us who are trying to heal.
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