The detatched observer...

“Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you are not.”

                                                                                                                                    ~ Paulo Coelho

I want to be this little girl

I want to have her childhood

I want her security, trust, and openness 

I want her possibilities, opportunities, and stability

Watching her observe the world from her relaxed and casual position

I wonder...

~

When did my wounding begin

~

Was it the...

violated trust

 fear

neglect

violence

disappointment

broken dreams

yes...

~

Did it begin as a 

bruise

scratch

 or bump 

that turned into the 

contusion

gash 

 and trauma

yes...

~

Can I recover the 

childhood

trust

openness

and wonder

~

maybe...

~

By being swaddled in

the warmth of the sun

~

caressed by the fingers of

a light wind

~

While walking the high mountain pass

and trusting my own 

inner compass to 

bring me back 

to center