THE OBJECT ON THE WALL

I remember oh so vivid

But how, I was maybe two,

Standing in my crib that day

Frightful tears, what could I do.

I stared and stared so blankly

At the object on the wall,

Why was I afraid to look

I curled up into a ball.

But when my eyes did open wide

The object was still there,

Again the tears were spewing out

Too much, too much to bare.

A bed stood close right by my crib

But blackness is all I see,

Then there I am lying on the bed

And a man lying next to me.

There is nothing else I remember

Just that little tot so small,

Caught up in a web so tightly

With that cigar shape on the wall.

That shape! That shape!

It haunts me still, right to this very day

Why did I see it on the wall

What's the significance, my mind is frayed.

I need to help my “Inner Child”

And tell her that she is safe,

But it tears me apart to see her

My crying little waif.

My mind has blocked parts of this memory

It crushes my very soul,

I need to know what happened

It scares me it's taking its tole.

When will my inner child be safe

And fly high on an eagle's wing,

Where laughter fills her heart and soul

And her voice oh how she will sing.

This chapter is not yet over

The pieces all need to fit in,

So calmness can come to my inner child

And the bad memories will never win.

Written by Mary Graziano

May 5, 2012