A Very Special Poem By My Inside Wise One, Christopher

 September 2000

The memories lay and the forgetting grows,

The mind sets forth, but then it slows.

You need to pace yourself to learn,

The knowledge comes with a long slow burn.

Childish whispers surround you in sleep,

Sorrowful sounds how long can you keep,

The young ones quiet to soften the night;

You know you must listen to step into the light.

The young don’t want to hide the past,

Because the troubles and the hurt just lasts.

They chat to you and tell their stories,

The curtain rises to their small glories.

Judi, listen to Christopher now,

I will tell you something, just listen how.

Walk around your inside mind,

But look and see, don’t act so blind.

We’ll walk with you and hold your hand,

So listen nigh, they understand.

You’re fearful right? We know it’s true.

To know all now, you will not rue.

Let the small ones now tell their stories,

In their sad tales, you’ll hear of glories.

The truth won’t hurt you, just let it come,

Their tales of trials you cannot shun.

They stood before you all strength and might,

They did their deeds, in the cloak of the night.

These people hurt you, you must know this,

Their nasty ways all sweat and piss.

You hated it; it scared you so,

Why they did it, you’ll never know.

They treated you just like a doll,

And yet, in fact you were just that small.

They abused your body; they tore at your mind,

They tied you up in such a bind,

Let the little ones talk to unload their souls,

Come up come up and fill in those holes.

How you do this, I can help you some.

Start with a sigh and a little hum.

Let them guide you and pull you along,

They’re all kind spirits, and they’ve made you strong.

Their voices will come from their tiny hearts,

To your ears only like little darts.

Kiss them, hug them, and speak to them low,

Because your life, to them you owe.