I see the hurt that manifests,
When lies are sold as true,
Unable to defend yourself,
They blamed their shame on you,
Cut mid sentence, cut mid flight,
Denounced with bitter sigh,
Your wings were clipped before,
You had the chance to even fly.
The gas was lit and so you sat,
Where scapegoats tend to hide,
So desperate to feel wanted,
You stuck close to mother’s side,
But never could you be enough,
And so you took the brunt,
They never really wanted you,
You just became the runt.
Told that you were nothing,
And dismissed until you broke,
Bullied into thinking you,
Were worthless and a joke,
Haunted by the loneliness,
Made silent by the pain,
You never had a chance to shine,
Your soul forever stained.
They couldn’t see the child,
Who only wanted to be loved,
Made to fit their image,
All your freedoms aptly shoved,
Into the darkness where you hid,
Your feelings, thoughts and dreams,
Forever trapped in no man’s land,
Encased by bitter screams.
I see the hurt that manifests,
When you can’t speak your truth,
Not only did they steal your love,
They stole your hope and youth,
It saddens me to contemplate,
The torment that you brave,
If I could shift the hands of time,
Your future I would save.
© The Complicated Bunny – 26 Sep 2021
This poem is the fifth in a series of prose which are conversations with my inner child parts. This is a homework assignment from J.B. my clinical psychologist. It is hoped by engaging with these individual child parts it will validate their existence and help bring me closer to understanding my own trauma and pain and thus move closer to healing from it.
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