Born in terror : the wound that lives on

Never had he seen such terror

Reflected inside the eyes of

A little baby who absorbed the awful truth

Of a country being invaded

By the darkest of forces

At that time all of the babies cried

All of the babies literally felt

The invasion

Deep inside of their cells

Which created a wound

That lived on

In silence

(but could never be truly be

completely silent)

But then there is another

More confusing wound

The one of needs not met

Even in loving families

At the hands of loving parents

Who knew no better

Of a self not seen

A being not allowed

Full expression

Sadly our parents

Never knew

The scars they left

Etched deep in our body and soul

The truth of the pain

Those bearers

Had to carry in silence

Descending in time

To the deepest pit of both

Fracture and

Emptiness

Where we struggled alone

Sadly minimising

Or discounting over and over

The depth of it all

That fracturing of the self

The separation

Creates the hugest dilemma

Of attachment and authenticity denied

And of the remorse that comes

From not trusting the truth you felt

You will never meet a one day old infant

that is not in touch with its gut

and you will never meet a one day old infant

who is not being absolutely itself

so what happens

were we not created

in the image of God

not born

to become imitation

shade or shadow

losing touch with ourselves?

how awful it is

and what a wound it leaves

what a loss

what a grief

without healing attachments

without emotional insight

without attunement

were do we go

it is like gravity this

we need the care of others

of those who love and accept and understand us

AS WE TRULY ARE

how do we survive if it is lost

and to what do we turn

the answer lies in addiction

and so it is we turn away

from the truth inside

denying the pain of both

the wounding and the wanting

until in time

we must face the source

answering with compassion

facing the reality of what it is

we really needed

really lost the way to

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

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4 thoughts on “Born in terror : the wound that lives on”

    1. Wow thars fantastic. No I haven’t read the book yet im just about to phone my local bookstore about it. Tell me how it goes, that will be such a special experience. I’m devouring all his talks and videos at the moment. As a cancer survivor it all makes sense.

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