I did not know
I had a child to protect
I did not know
she was used to neglect
I did not know
how to feed her
what she liked to wear
how to hold or care
for her skin and hair
I did not know
how to protect her
because I did not have
the strength to fail
until one cold and stormy evening
I heard a ring
and there at my door step
was a wet
familiar little girl
yellow blanket and grey bear
in her tiny hand
a warm forgiving look
in her hazel eyes
it was then I realized
that I did not recognize
her needs as mine
I had refused to listen
to her inherent wisdom
for years
I could no longer hear
her pleading for my presence:
my protection
but then
last december
in the pouring rain
there she was
open arms
no raincoat on
welcoming my grief
like an old childhood friend
where she asked again
and this time
I listened
and instantly
without judgement
she offered the kind
of kindness loss needs:
a hand to hold
an eternal
internal hug
standing in the rain
crying like the rain
around us
she showed me
how to take off my armor:
the denial I wore
since before
I can remember
I told her
“it hurts, this letting go.
I do not know
my life without it.”
she said “it was never yours
in the first place.”
and once free from its weight
she said softly
“sometimes holding heaviness
is a way of trying to forget.”
like I said
I did not know
I had a child to protect
I did not know
that this abandoned child
standing in the rain
was me
© Jona Noelle Baily, 2021
Photo by Zurna Creative on Unsplash |
2 comments:
WOW! This is a powerful and, at the same time, tenderly beautiful, poem!
I agree.... and I love the person who wrote this; so tender, so beautiful, so wise. Blessed is she to have come to know her deepest inner self and to share with such vulnerability. WOW
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