Transforming pain

In touch with my deepest wounds resulting from sexual and emotional abuse. Art can help us to transform pain.

I was a child I didn’t know You invaded my space I couldn’t understand You stole a part, my innocence Like a branch cut off I closed my heart I couldn’t understand Hidden deep in the dark

I was young I was confused You infiltrated my space I felt it was not right You stole a part, my trust Like poison silently creeping in the healthy branch I lost my voice I couldn’t understand Hidden deep in the dark

I was an adult I was distracted You manipulated me I felt disconnected, even guilty You stole a part, my clear vision Like a wizard spiriting my branch away I lost my centre I couldn’t understand Hidden deep in the dark

Many seasons passed Couldn’t cry Couldn’t be angry Couldn’t surrender Hidden deep in the dark

Today I am a woman Today I know, I understand Spring always comes My branches are crippled My branches are sprouting Cannot forgive yet No space for you anymore Have to make room for love I take back my parts Leave your part to divine law No fight no blame Have to move on now ‘Cause love is waiting.