Restoration
Hands are shaking as I turn the key,Knowing full well behind the door, lies 'me'.
The Me I was, that I locked away,
When others thought it had nought of worth to say.
The Me that laughed, confident and free,
Assured of the mind that soared over the trees.
Self aware and in love with the Me I'd become,
Before all the depreciation had the damage done.
I've come so far, mostly alone.
I've melted, reformed and now made of stone.
But the stone cracks a little,
A root wriggles free.
So I stand at the door, hands shaking with key.
It is a new age. A new dawn.
I am recognised at last.
I am seen for my strengths.
I am known for my past.
I walk taller these days, with knowing,
I'm good.
I've ticked all the boxes Mum,
Like you said that I should.
I'm a good wife, a good mother,
Good sister and friend.
Yet it's now that I struggle
With the key in the end.
For I see a bright future,
It's within my own grasp.
Yet I'm scared what that means,
That I'll baulk at the task.
With tears streaming down my face,
One last twist. The lock's free.
I swing open the door. Step through.
Hello Me.....
No more shall I quake
No longer will I hide
Not for me shall I plactate
Others wars, or deride.
I am not healer of others.
I am healer of Me.
Now's the time.
Here's the hour.
I.will.be.free.
So I grasp mine own hand,
The younger brighter soul.
And I ask her to help me
Achieve my knew goals.
I beg her to remind me
Of the promise I held
That its time now to go forward
And into the world.
I have gifts to help others.
I have a duty of care,
But Myself, wipes a tear,
Gestures there's to be no more fear.
Striding forward she pulls me,
Out into the sun.
Feeling warmth on my face.
My time has begun.
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