To the Young Child I was.
I feel you inside me.
Scared, alone, naked, shamed.
Hurt by someone who shouldn't have done it.
I want to reach out to you,
Hold you in my arms,
Protect you from whatever hurt you,
Tell you it'll be all right.
You don't believe me, and why should you?
All you've known is pain.
Separated from those who love you.
Hidden in walls of sadness.
I wish that I could say it will be easy.
It won't, my son, my tiny man.
You have lived through so much, though.
And you are loved.
You are cherished.
You will be whole again.
You will be needed.
I'm holding you in my arms.
And your tears are mixed with my tears.
Hush, my child, it's all right.
You don't have to be afraid anymore.
You have me, and I'll protect you.
You won't be alone anymore.
Peace, my brothers. Hold your hurt selves tight. They don't have to be alone anymore.