My Wounded Child

[Ginny]

Years ago the child in me was wounded by the world, well meaning as it was.

The scars of yesterday remain etched on my being, taking their toll on all

my days and nights.

Looking back I can see the errors of those around me. Little did they know

the pain and suffering they would bring me.

Now that I am older I search for the loving open child that was. But he remains in hiding from the pain that today might bring.

I want to set him free, so that my life can be anew. But to reach him I must look deep into the pain and the past.

He protects himself with games that he plays. Games of guilt and anger and fear and resentment. There is no winner in these games.

For me to be free he must be free to act and react not as the world expects but as he feels is right.

Those around may not understand the turmoil and grief I feel for his suffering. I'm not even sure who he is anymore but I know that when he comes forth I will love him.

For he is the me I used to be and want to be again. The me that is real.

I have missed him all these years and it is time for him to have his say. To guide my feelings and my growth.

It is time for him to set my world right. He has been gone too long.

I welcome him now to brighten my future and change my ways. To help me laugh and love again in ways only he know how.

For when he returns, you may not know me. But that's ok, for he will love you just the same.

He will bring a smile to your face and love to your heart.

- Tim Connor

[Daisy]

wow..strong words.

tx for sharing them

[LadyMacbeth]

That was moving!!!!!!!I really liked it.