My stay in the hospital, in some ways was
Difficult, for when a person
Attempts to take one’s life, you are not your
Own.
They had a seventy two hour hold on me,
After that my release was determined by
Doctors and therapists.
But in some ways it was beneficial, for I
Was required to start medications,
Attend group therapy, psychological
Evaluations, creative arts with teachers
Urging me to develop another side of myself,
Rather than the one which was lost,
The one I had ignored…
~~~
There was a letter I had found, that was
Stored in a box of keepsakes I had written
To my mother long ago.
A time when I loved her even though she
Had many deficits and short comings.
And then as I grew older I could see the error
Of her ways, and my little child within broke away.
Now I was forced to face this division that
Had been brought to my attention…
At the release from this place of intensive
Inner healing…
****
I looked around the corner
And saw her
She was still there waiting in
Tears
For my child had never
left me
She knew it would take time
To heal
Our separation would be restored
And finally come to fruition
She knew my struggles
And troubles
Urging me to trust, to believe
Our reunion was slowly
taking place
Darkness turned to light
Sadness turned to
Joy
No longer crying her eyes
Are shining
She appears with a smile
Asking me to dance
To soothing music she comes
Before me
With her tambourine and
Sandaled feet sweeping
The floor
Taking my trembling hand
We begin to dance
And laugh
~~~
As I begin to move the music
Becomes louder
Becoming faster my head
Begins to spin
Feeling and emotions are
Arising
Collapsing on the floor
I become
Aware of emotions
Emerging
Anger and rage are revealed
Waiting to be released
Tired I drop, a little lighter…
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