The ME I carry inside


The ME I carry inside is the result of years of life experience,
Of good days and bad, of decisions and the lack of,

Of events I didn’t choose, and plans I mapped out,

Of goals and dreams and hopes, some realised, some put aside,

some relegated to darkest corners of my memory;

Of people I have encountered along the way

Of joys and sorrows shared, connections made,

Of pain concealed and private reflection, veiled belief and unspoken debate,

Of contemplation, musings and silent brooding.

 

The ME I carry inside is the product of psychological carcinogens,

Of cerebral warfare, bayonets and subliminal Molotov cocktails

Of emotional barbed wire and incarceration

The target of soul destroying machine guns and flame throwers

Mere cannon fodder in someone else’s pitiful game.

A pawn, a pilgrim, journeyman, jester and vagrant.

A queen, a fool, artisan, washerwoman and dreamer.

 

The ME I carry inside is a little girl who is trying to sing

with a trembling voice.  I see her courage, her tears and sense her pain

And all I feel is compassion and kindness

I want her to be safe, and to be cared for

To hear her story and tend her scars, for her to live without fear,

I wish for her a haven to run to, a place of healing and peace

A safe secret enclave where one can breathe and simply be

I wish her quiet forests and places of peace

 

The ME I carry inside is on a journey

Where the sun has burnt and the winters have been harsh

And if I don’t care for her – who will?

Just as I would love and care for another with her story

So I choose to care for the ME I carry inside

I will give her time: to be, to breathe, to feel the wind on her face

And I will nourish her soul and apply balm to her feet

And give her the time to speak of all she’s known

And I will say “Rest here, beloved child”

 

I am unique, a precious stone, beautiful and with hidden depths.

I am creating a habit of self care and self compassion

This is not the end of my story.

 
[Originally posted on this blog in February 2016]

40 thoughts on “The ME I carry inside

  1. That’s the way to make me stand up on a wet Saturday morning. Full of tone and flow with that line… wow! “And I will nourish her soul and apply balm to her feet” beautiful thanks for sharing. 😇

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  2. This is the most beautiful thing I have read today. The love for the ‘me I carry inside’ is felt throughout the whole piece. Lots of personal lessons learnt from this piece. Thank you.

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