I would like to share a poem I wrote inspired by my experience of struggling with the negative messages I received from my parents when I was a little girl about who I am and how I am now trying to reject these as an adult and find compassion for the brave little girl that survived.
Memories
Memories hold me
But they don't give comfort.
Instead, they chastise me.
Foolish little girl.
Memories wake me in the dead of night.
They shame me.
Bind my tongue and break me.
Bad little girl.
Memories hurt.
Insidious hurt that creeps.
Threaten me.
Lost little girl.
Memories remind me.
Shine a light on grief.
And how strong I've been.
Brave little girl.
That resonates and I love the last verse. "Brave little girl.". Yes, you are.
Memories remind me.
Shine a light on grief.
And how strong I've been.
Brave little girl.
Very brave little girl indeed :grouphug:
Not foolish, not bad, not lost. Just an extraordinarily brave little girl :hug:
That is a beautiful poem.
Brave little girl, indeed ...
To take the words of the heart and transform the dark into the new light you find yourself in.
Then, now ... thank you for sharing it here.
:grouphug:
Quote from: blue_sky on January 19, 2024, 06:19:07 AMNot foolish, not bad, not lost. Just an extraordinarily brave little girl :hug:
I second this :hug: