It’s hard to believe that
At forty-two
I’m still healing
The same core wounds
…
My bright, shiny surface
So well-composed
No one can see
How deep this all goes
…
Childhood trauma
Unknown and suppressed
Making its way
To the light to express
…
Spiraling in and
Spiraling out
Ghosts from the past
Casting shadows and doubt
…
I’ve been paying attention
I’ve been doing all “the work”
For how much longer
Will these demons lurk?
…
Layers and layers
Peeled back through the years
Always revealing
This grief through my tears
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They say that the secret
Is held by belief
And so I am begging
Please send some relief
…
I accept the past
I just want to feel safe
I’m looking within
And I’m praying for grace