Done for me?

[.... getting things right]

When I look back over the years

.....when I remember all the pain

.. the way that the past was torn from me

I think of those as the voiceless years

Unable to speak of what had been done

I retreated into silence.... 

..... and the silence retreated inside a shell

Nothing could hurt me if no one suspected

.... I was there but I wasn't 

No sound.... no telling anyone

of just what had been done. 

And so the silence grew.... 

.... and strengthened.... 

The walls of the shell thickened

....it became ever harder to speak

Then the healing began

and the walls began to crack and thin

Long years while I found my voice

and began to speak.... 

And then.... I found you!

I was astounded....

Your suffering made me 

put my own suffering 

into proportion..... 

You had suffered so much

...... and yet you had survived

.... and in your own way you had coped.

You were not catatonic..... you could speak

You told me just what had been done to you

Your example.... so painfully earned

.... is a shining proof that

 I... Can.... Do... It

Thankyou.... Thankyou.... Thankyou

© Ian Croft June 2019