And suddenly I shot,
this ball of white light energy,
from a disintegrating, Big Bang world…….
In shock and panic I sped around
the black light Universe,
now illuminated by a burning planet
darting, Casperesque, looking for settling.
The shock has lodged in my exhausted body,
yet there is hope….. perhaps the Impact is
opening wide the doors to freedom, of another sort.
Let it be so…..
Sometimes there is truth which is so packed with aching pain,
in a split moment we become frozen, silenced, traumatised….
Sometimes, for fifty five years, never realised.
Today, that which was held for all those years
was spoken out for the first time….. a sacred time.
1958, the news on our new telly,
horrific details of a small child abused by its parents.
In that moment, back then,
I stopped breathing,
I saw the presenter speaking on the square screen,
I saw my father, mother
and the blazing fire across our lounge.
The story of vile cruelty towards the child
and the sound of the words about roaring flames
I was truly lost…..
Five and frozen, breathless, internalised trauma..
A tragic photograph captured
in every cell of me, this young, empathic child.
I spoke of it,
I wept for it.
I began the release of it…..
fifty five years of holding it,
finally breaking up and
letting go, letting go, letting go,