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Something Inside

I almost drowned
in my mother’s bitterness
like the baby kittens
she pushed beneath the water
in the kitchen sink
as they struggled
under her hand


I almost gave up
when I couldn’t dream any more
my dreams trampled on
replaced with nightmares


I almost died when
she wove her tangled spider web
and wrapped me up inside
And I had to be a person
I was not meant to be


Something inside
kept me alive
something greater
than my tormentors
or even myself


What is this something inside
Do you know?

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Yes, Janie. I have long pondered this same question and believe that it was your innate Spirit and/or your Soul. Your bittersweet poem gives a familiar glimpse into the horror of ACEs on children...I am one of them. Without adults that I could go to or cry to I wonder how my resilience has been so remarkable. That's not to say that I haven't spent my entire lifetime un-doing the damage. Each of us comes with a Spirit and behavioral style that is either active or passive. I was fortunate to have an active or assertive personality but I also had a deep sense of God's love for me...the only love I felt. 

 

I would guess that you may have even a vague sense of what it was inside that sustained you. What do you think?

Thank you for your response. To answer your question to me... I know there was love out there because I saw it with others and with the birds and squirrels, someone was taking care of them. Some one gave me the blue skies, the singing birds and a beautiful earth filled with colors and delightful things.

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