I had a much needed therapy session this morning. My therapist has been saying for so long, that I need to embrace the little girl that I was when the rape happened. I have had a hard time doing that. Always blaming that little girl. Hating her. I realized today that I dug her grave a long time ago, and have been trying to bury her. I often have nightmares about being buried alive, and a fear of suffocating to death, never recognizing that I was the one who created the fear.
Little Girl Lost
Help me to find
the little girl lost.
For too long
I held my hand
over her mouth.
Concealing her pain
with my deafening silence.
Standing alone in the darkness,
she screams to be heard.
A tear stained face,
covered in soil.
Eyes searching,
heart reaching,
buried alive.
Please...
Forgive me.
I'm sorry.
I promise to try.
Angela Minard 2007
Monday, December 31, 2007
Little Girl Lost
Posted by Angela at 1:46 PM
Labels: poetry, Suffocation, Therapy
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To the "little girl lost" who is finally "reaching" - good for you!
I hope you can find her soon.
This is a wonderful poem. I can relate to the meaning behind it so much. Thanks for sharing and letting us use this...and for joining us for THE BLOG CARNIVAL AGAINST CHILD ABUSE.
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