Sometimes my little inner child
feels so unsafe that I age regress:
the feelings of terror
from my childhood home return.
In a moment he takes control
with all his fears
and causes me to panic.
These moments are times to assure he is safe
and no one can abandon him.
I am not in my childhood home anymore.
These moments are times of healing,
times to understand
that the terrors are history
and they will never return.
This is time of peace and hope,
time of healing and belonging,
time to rest, time to love.
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Think I'll go eat worms.
Big fat juicy ones, Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm.
Chomp off their heads and squeeze out the juice
And throw their tails away
Nobody knows how I survive
On worms three times a day.
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