Poem on Parts Work from One of You

Well, it seems like some of you have been inspired to share your poetry after reading the prior submission. This is getting awkward. I’ve now been given the unintended responsibility of reading these poems and deciding which ones I publish and which I don’t. I’m sorry to those whom I don’t respond to. Sometimes, I don’t have anything to say, and sometimes I don’t have time to say it. This one was pretty easy. This one moved me and resonated with the way I see work happen. I hope it can inspire some of you in your own healing journey.

Dear Dr. Ham,

This year I started my work to finally look deeply into my inner children who were waiting hungry for love for years owing to trauma, abandonment and a life riddled with unknown fears.

In the presence of a compassionate therapist who really provided me a relational home and through many hours of writing and being aware of the inner longings, I feel I am now able to find within me a "holding environment".

Many people have helped me in this journey which really is a lifelong tending to one's neglected inner children, listening to them as you listen to children in distress. 

You are one of them. Your videos have been a source of support. THANK YOU

Once in dialogue with my inner child, this is what he had to say to me:

Come at last

You are here

I have waited, you know

For years

Like a baby

Waiting for mamma

Who's gone for a shower

I have waited

And the cold winter mornings

The nights of a primal ordeal

Have grown within me

Like thorny vines of shame and fear

Which I used to crucify myself

While the world

Passed me by

Laughing

Cussing

As I stood there bleeding

My blood is what they seek

And I ain't bleeding enough

Then at last you touched me

You arrived and touched me

And I have forgotten

What it is

To be touched

But I can show you my scars

Should you want to see them

Scars that I wear as love

For the world that passed me by

Laughing

Cussing

And I felt that I wasn't bleeding enough

I will show you

Every scar

Big and small

They still bleed

Like they perhaps need to

Do they?

At last

You are here

Love and gratitude,