- Little Me -
I have been tasked to give voice to my younger self, adolescent self as well as adult self as part of a therapeutic process. Being Reflective in nature I know these tasks can often unearth memories and or feelings that need to be voiced but are often hard to revisit. Now in writing this I was most definitely visiting a past version of self that has not yet had the opportunity to give voice to her experience or feelings. I have grown and evolved and although I am no longer that version of 'self', the vision of this past version of 'self' and the emotion/experience attached to her was quite strong - I shall affectionately refer to her as "little me" ( ;) ). She is most definitely deserving of being heard as well. I believe it is only in acknowledging and accepting all versions of self and then allowing ourselves to feel the feelings attached to those versions of self that we can healthily move through them and allow for healthy processing of emotion ... It is a hard, yet very rewarding process.
Little me is lost
Scary, big empty spaces of remembrance
With no faces or events attached to them
A misty haze of remembrance
Helo, helo ....helo ? (My echo the only answer I receive)
Can anybody hear me/see me, see me...
Little feet rooted/Fixed
Unwilling/Unable to move
Surrounded by people moving along
to a beat I just cannot seem to hear
A cacophony of voiceless voices
emanating from faceless faces
Squeeze my eyes shut/Cover my ears
As I become even smaller
The world a little bit bigger
Helo, helo ... helo ?
Eventually I stop calling
For the beat I couldn't hear anyway
And find comfort in my own beat
One that only I can hear
Little me and I know 'alone' very well
It's all we have ever known
How can I mind being alone if 'alone'
Has been my only true companion