Who is this little one
That has come from inside?
And why does she
So need to cry?
She is part of my road
That I know
But why does she seem
So sad and alone?
That secret child of mine
From so long ago
Is now prepared
To let herself be shown
She weeps and wails
And upon silent dreams
She sailed
And so aptly was
“Free spirit” so named
For so long
She has been my angel
Protecting me from
All that could hurt
Now she’s hurting too
But her tears help
To heal my wounds
And piece by piece
Part by part
She will reconcile the damage
To my mind and heart
For many years she has
Been within my shadow
Bearing the brunt of every blow
And never did she once allow
Her pain to surface or show
But now my inner child
My free spirit
Can take no more
And if, as the woman I am
I can truly survive this
Then my free spirit will
Once again glow.
Sharon Carter-Wray
(1st November 2003)