My Teddy Bear and I

I have a pink, Teddy bear,

I hold her close and tight,

To comfort her from memories

Of days gone by and fright.

She needs the comfort of my arms,

I hold her close, you see,

To keep her safe from all alarm,

To know she’s safe with me.

She isn’t able on her own

To settle down in peace.

She needs the comfort of my arms,

In slumber, to release.

Her memories are different

Than mine would ever be.

I can’t believe the things she says,

It never would be me!

And yet, my body says a lot,

With frightened feelings, too,

And then I hold my Teddy bear

And tell her, “I love you!”

The wounds and fears, the great big tears,

The little ones, as well,

The scary thoughts that come our way,

That drag us right through hell,

Remain no longer buried deep,

But move along to find

The way back from the recesses,

From deep within our mind.

I wonder if the things she feels

Will ever feel like I,

Right now I cannot fathom them,

Nor see them with my eye.

No matter what tomorrow brings,

My bear and I will try,

Together to become as one,

One person, she and I.

Precious Linda, c. 2013

Frozen in FEAR, Once Again

The door SLAMMED

and, once again,

the young child

froze   

in

fear

not knowing

what would happen next,

anticipating

shouting, yelling,

penetrating reprimands,

a cold shoulder with frozen silence,

sharp eyes of disapproval,

permeating everywhere,

filling her heart with

overwhelming terror,

leaving no room

for love,

mistakes, accidents,

or immaturity,

always promising disapproval,

sporadic expressions of love,

and the hopelessness of

never being fully accepted,

as her little,

immature

self,

but rather

annihilated,

in spirit,

once

again.

Years later,

she didn’t know,

if the wind had

blown the door shut,

or a person had shut it,

accidentally loud,

without malice or ill intent,

but she froze,

out of habit,

accepting

the blame

and subsequent

shame,

as her own,

once

again,

until

her body began

to release those

old, old feelings,

turbulent, at times,

and, then, as a

cleansing

wave

washing

her soul.

Precious Linda, c.2013

There's a New Day Coming!

sadness

      tears

overwhelming pain

    memories

that won’t go away

memories

      keep circling

‘round and ‘round

 the body

    remembers

              the

                   pain

tears 

    falling

         freely

 slowly,

   at

     first,

 then building

        into a

     

                                              O!!!

                                           D

g                                    N

  r                               E

   o                         C

    w                    s

      I               e

       N         r

         G   c

B-U-R-S-T-I-N-G

   the tension

       and fears,

 with gut-wrenching sobs

      and  more

    and  more

         tears

a shake and

       a  tremble

feeling  t i r e d

   worn out

         and

            d e p l e t e d

 shaken

            and

                    spent

t

  h

 e

       n

  with 

  each

   tiny

 breath

comes a

new sense

 of  peace

   and

  r

     e

      s

         t

  for  the

    soul

of the one

    who

   takes

  a breath

     and  

   breathes

        in

 the breath of  

    new life

     deeply 

 into their soul,

     knowing

       they

        are

        still

     ALIVE,

   living and

     whole,

   believing

      there

     truly is

        a

     NEW

     DAY

  COMING!!

Precious Linda, c. 2013

Here's something new... a form of visual poetry... for my posting for April 5th!