I wrote this sometime ago....in 1990, long before I knew I had CPTSD, long before I knew anything about it.
The Lost Child
An ocean of tears
Has been building for years
So many relationships
Family, lovers, friendships
Damaged. Lost, relinquished
Feeling abandoned
Yet knowing
There is something
Wrong
With me
Not them
Greater and greater the fears
Paranoid and defensive
Up and down I go
Something terrible is happening
The pain, exploding
Where does it all come from?
Be strong
You can do it
Reach out
You can do it
Be kind, be loving
You can do it
Tired, very very tired
Please love me
Somebody
I am but a child
In a woman's body
Mommy? Daddy?
The Lost Child
An ocean of tears
Has been building for years
So many relationships
Family, lovers, friendships
Damaged. Lost, relinquished
Feeling abandoned
Yet knowing
There is something
Wrong
With me
Not them
Greater and greater the fears
Paranoid and defensive
Up and down I go
Something terrible is happening
The pain, exploding
Where does it all come from?
Be strong
You can do it
Reach out
You can do it
Be kind, be loving
You can do it
Tired, very very tired
Please love me
Somebody
I am but a child
In a woman's body
Mommy? Daddy?