I wrote this last year after I'd been seeing my T for a few months. I wrote it to symbolise my inner child having a sense of safety. For months I'd been having repeated flashbacks to an event (where the actual trauma hasn't revealed itself yet) where in the aftermath, I literally put myself in my bedroom cupboard, curled up in the corner and shut the door, beside myself with overwhelming fear, abandonment and horror. I feel whatever happened that day, a part of my spirit died.
Part of me stayed in that cupboard for the next 30 years; and this poem reflects the day that after a T session (when I was in the car and safely far enough away, nonetheless ) she felt safe enough to not only emerge from her hiding place, but to dance and skip with joy.
[WARNING -It's very bleak in parts but it gets better ]
It symbolises my life journey - of being born with a heart full of love; expresses a child's ever-forgiving and never-ending hope that 'things will get better'; of how a child can continue to love even those that abuse her; but that despite the child-like love and pure heart, some things can leave it almost irreparable. But that it is possible to pluck up the courage and search again for something - someone - to trust to help you to rebuild and restore it.
A Little Heart
There is nothing more precious
Than a little heart
Yet to be broken
It knows no hardness
A little heart
Filled with love and promises
That will never be broken
No matter what
A little heart
So very full
Of ferocious loyalty
So fierce, it burns!
A little heart
So vulnerable
It knows no fear,
It knows no limitations
A little heart
Broken over and over again
But still, it loves
Unconditionally
A little heart lost,
Confused and bewildered;
Alone, cold and afraid,
It has no more to give
A little heart cries
It has nowhere to go
Nowhere else to turn
No one to love or repair it
A little heart broken
Shattered and crushed
Torn apart and ripped apart,
Into an irreparable state
A little heart
No longer recognisable
Forever shut down
Forever stuck in unbearable pain
A little heart hides
Too scared to move
Too scared too breathe.
Too scared to believe
Too scared to dream
Too scared to hope
Too scared to try
Too scared to beat
A little heart broken;
The pain too great
To stay still forever
A little heart with courage;
It looks and searches
A little heart finds
Bubbles to fill it up
A little heart sings;
Filled with so much hope
It sings til it bursts,
Into a thousand pieces of hope
Eliza J 14/12/13
Wanted to post it today because it is how I'm feeling right now - my session with my T yesterday; of my inner child truly feeling heard and validated and her pain and fear acknowledged - has left her coming out of the cupboard once more and skipping with joy and warmth - she feels so safe; safe enough to leave the cupboard and her heart filled with enough bubbles to feel it can be one day fully healed.
It's only the second time ever I've felt this way. It's definitely not an everyday event; no matter how much I trust my T; or feel cared for - it takes some quite extra-ordinary for my inner child to leave that cupboard and feel this safe and loved