The Way Out of This
Oh, my child!
I hear you crying from within,
Warning me of all the danger that you see,
That might not yet come to pass,
And screaming at me to avoid it.
I feel every spasm of fear that passes through you
From the spectral grip of your hands tightening in my gut,
Holding on for dear life from my past,
Begging me to protect you from the bastards that ground you down,
And never ever to leave you.
You are my helpless, vulnerable, fearful, individual, smart, creative little child.
You should know I understand now.
I am so grateful you are with me
And for everything you did to help me cope
Through nights of silent screaming into pages
By translating that agony into dark phrases of beauty.
For years you listened to me.
Finally I am listening to you,
And my acceptance and love for you is unconditional.
I will never leave you for as long as I live.
I will protect you,
And hug you,
And re-assure you,
And calm you down,
And keep you safe,
For you are part of me
Part 2 of a 2 part poem - January 2016
