Come Home

Little child, frightened Self
you were forced to know the truth;
adult knowledge thrust upon you,
drowned in a flood of terror and despair
My shattered heart.

Little child, helpless Self
trapped in ways you couldn’t explain
by things you didn’t understand;
hopeless fog and blinding depression,
No control.

Little girl, lost Self
with the grief of a woman but the soul of a child.
You long for your baby
and I long for mine.

Little child, murdered Self
lifeless and empty
I remember, now, what happened.
Let me take what is unbearable, let me feel the anguish with you.
I grew up for us both.
I’m here now, I’ve come back for you as I promised I would.
Give your burden to me
Precious child, treasured Self.
I know what to do now;
I know how to help


Jackie Turner