Echoes of my childhood
filter into my adult being
Strands of negativity
that took root behind closed doors
Always the troublemaker
the target of blame
Seeking security, attention,
love.
Sour memories contradict
the happy times
The laughter, the unity
precipitating a fragmented family
Separate lives, isolated feelings
And I,
the intersecting burden and blessing,
the glue
The woman
nurturing a trapped inner child.
© mypastmademe.com 2017
Two misunderstood souls … we are only blessings, not burdens. Finding our own truth, walking our own path. I hope you find peace, my friend xxxx
I thought this was me … 😢