Home, at last.
The place where I was never 'too much'.
I created sprites in my mind
To soothe the shadows and the wounds
That resided deep inside
From each of those wounds came forth
Bright lights reborn
Turning shame and avoidance into
Beauty and trust.
Each sprite has its own character
Anger, sadness, desire
Suppressed emotions finally voiced
Finally safe to be free.
Inside my heart brings to life
The sanctuary where my inner child thrives
Where my voice has resonance
Where I can finally breathe
Gazing up at the starlit sky
Pigtails, striped top, dungarees
My inner child frolicks, sprites dancing
All are welcome.
There is no sense of ‘too much’,
Just earnest existence
Accepted, understood
Real.
It is safe to come home.
