The wounded self

Yes my darling it hurts

Yes my darling you bled

Yes my darling there is a need to shed

All of the masks that keep you safe

In a world that does not understand

The pain

And teaches everyone

Just to bury it

Why do we continue to deny

The wounded self

There are so many ways to hide

And lie

And stuff the truth

Down deep inside

Or project the venom

Outside

But none of these ‘solutions’

Will make us whole

For it is only when we can

Collapse and enfold

These parts of ourselves

Into the warp and weft of healing

That we will find freedom

For the shaming

Of our wounded selves

Is not deserved

And only makes our protections

And projections

Harder and harder

To let go of