(a poem to a new
therapist)
Please~ tread lightly in my
psyche
there are children hiding
there;
Some are crouching in the
cupboards
some are floating in the air.
A few are in the garden
and a few are flying free;
But none of them, not one of
them
I recognise as "me".
If you look inside my psyche
and you look to really see;
You'd find babies in the
bedroom
and some sailing on the sea.
There's brer rabbit in his
burrow
and a dragon standing guard;
So if you look into my psyche
Then you'd best not look too
hard.
You'd see a snowflake and a bit of
dirt
children crying, children
hurt;
A Ten-year-old inside her
head
Lying bruised on an iron bed
Please don't look into the
bathroom,
please don't peer inside of
me;
Unless your soul is healthy
and prepared for what you'll
see.
But if you look into my
psyche,
and you look with love to
see;
You can help me heal the children
there
You can help me set them
free.
Copyright
© Elysha Newland 1998