Emotion Thought Connected

It was never your fault.

It is time to give up

your weapons against

yourself.

Frozen in time,

A vague, fragmented soul.

You lay deep within,

In pain, abandoned.

Little one, do not be shamed.

Although she went away,

Mommy has always loved you.

Now you curl, fetal position,

Protecting you from daddy's rage.

Still the hurt, in your heart,

Fear not, you will soon stand tall.

The earth shakes, now you topple.

But with courage, self-nurturing,

You can grow stable.

And in loving yourself,

And parenting yourself...

May you find your:

Swayed back straightened.

Foggy mind cleared.

Slumped head raised.

Scarred skin smoothed.

Vague feet grounded.

Divided soul wholed.

Emotion thought connected.

(c) October 2000, Caroline A. Martin

Susie’s Arms

Twirling, twirling, hands outstretched

Reaching and holding Susie’s arms.

Twirling, twirling, swing around again.

As leaves fall and sun shines.

Painting a day – a day that’s safe.

Away from family.

Away from harm.

Away from tears.

Away from fear.

I remember two children – young, yet bold.

Friendship 4ever to carry us through

The rough times back then

And the memories today.

The Balcony

as sunlight glistens across leaves

shadows play under sheltered wood

seeder swings

chimes ring

and birds sing and feathers flutter

finches flurry, mourning doves moan

compete for space in a scattered scurry

and then all at once, quiet calm

as sunlight glistens across leaves

shadows play under sheltered wood

seeder swings

chimes ring

(c) 10/2/02, Caroline Ann Martin

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