...with careless abandon you throw about descriptions,
wounded, inner child, abandonment issues, PTSD, suicidal,
We talk endlessly, a dull murmur punctuated with hot tears,
We speak about trust, self esteem, and change-all of which seem elusive

I cannot be self righteous without becoming Angry
I cannot speak about the past without fearing the pain
I cannot deliver the truth of it all, for my mind fears my mouth
I suffer on and on and on...shakes, insomnia, LACK of so much

The day has come when the secrets are told,
when I set the book upon the table and open to the pages,
passages written in secret, with a quill dipped in blood,
by a shamed embarrassed little boy with huge secrets

I have come to know him, and continually deny him his flaggelations
I do not co sign his guilt and challenge his anguish over and over
I remind him that he was so amazingly strong,
I remind him that he cannot remember any event which would provoke my scorn,

We walk together today,
my acceptance with his criticisms,
My self love, and his terrible fear,
My joy, and his endless melancholy,

He cried when I set aside the armor and laid down the sword,
He didn't believe that our enemies could not slay us,
I took him by the hand and stepped out into the world,
and showed him how safety lies in truth,
and how the secrets cannot destroy us........