Like ivy all over a house
there was something all over me,
it’s tendrils sinking into the very depths of my soul.
But unlike ivy this couldn’t just be torn off.
Each tendril had to be traced and then gently extracted.
These were the tendrils of a very angry, frustrated, lonely 6 year old.
The 6 year old did get hurt as this was happening
and I had to reassure her that it was for the right reasons,
that I really have her best interest at heart.
I had to find a way through the essay
A way of writing an academic essay
that was what I wanted to say
and not what I thought the tutor wanted to read.
The 6 year old needed to be heard,
and needs to know that being angry is not stupid,
that disagreeing with adults is not stupid,
that adults should allow you to think your own thoughts
and not what they want you to think,
that her thoughts are real, and not imaginary.
I have to allow my own way of thinking to become …
Just to become
In the same way that we need to learn to just be.
My thoughts need to be allowed to become
To become thoughts
Thoughts of an angry lonely 6 year old
Thoughts of wisdom
Thoughts of beauty
Thoughts of being
Just to become
But sometimes an adult has to stop a 6 year old from hurting herself,
and she and I have to find ways of allowing her to express her self safely,
and we will continue to work on this
and the essay was written and handed in
and the new testament essay was a little bit easier
and the current essay…
happening very slowly, reflections on funeral services
the inspiration within me
listening to the 6 year old as well as the 40 year old
and some how an essay will appear.
1 comment:
Don't tell me you can't write! Your writing is beautiful and so are you.
You continue to inspire me!
Take Care
Big Hugs!
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