Healing

 

Erasing graffiti from the mouth of the woman who made me. 

 

Filling in cracks that used to swallow me whole.  

 

Trying to heal that which I did not break

 

The damage within myself is severe but the repair is important 

 

I must dive within the depths of my buried burdens and drag my deepest insecurities to light. 

 

I’m compelled to love all the individual parts of myself that my own mother hates. 

 

The unwanted child who roams the streets of my unconscious mind will be welcomed into my heart and loved. 

 

Here she will know her value. 

 

The teenager whose screams of anguish fill the silence in my head will be given a chance to be seen and heard. 

 

Here she will be understood. 

 

These are versions of myself trauma locked away to save me.

 

But now I am safe within myself and they no longer need to hide. 

 

I will make a point to love myself the way my mother should have.