I will never forget
That rainy dismal December afternoon
You reached out a hand to me
Across the abyss
To connect with my hurting child
It was a deluge that fell
That I had to cycle through
To get to you
As I climbed the stairs one by one
In my wet weather gear
So strange how nature reflects our soul
At these times
I think of this now
How absent was the presence
Of loving touch within my family
I did not know this with my mind
But there was a reason I sought relief in booze
In a life unkind
That one touch of yours
Opened the floodgates in 1999
And the sluice gates came down later on
But just for that moment
You recognised the deep pain in my heart
And your hand was there
I ran away in fear
After a time
It would take longer to trust
I could be held
After being left for a time
And I know now
Not all suffering is of the mind
For there is a pain that lies buried
Deep inside the core of us
When we are not met
And are forced so far away
From human aid
And it will fester
Until one day some recognises it in us
And reaches out a hand across the abyss
To offer us a way
Out of it
I can feel the despair of the past in this post but also the hope that is possible available.
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Its about my first real therapist and breakthrough Mary…its such a long journey so many twists and turns. Sending love your way. π
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You are so right itβs a long difficult journey. But hope the Destination is worth it.
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