In a Hunchback Turtle Shell
I was at a meeting some
time ago, and about halfway thru, I realized that of the 8 or 9 people there, we
were all middle aged, at least slightly overweight, and all hunchbacked. All
the way home from that meeting, I wrote a poem, but in my mind only. What I
felt needed to come out and my little girl screamed and yelled the words, until
I finally got up at 2:00 am, to put them on paper. I share her words with you
today, with great love and acceptance of Little Val.
Celebrating with great gratitude, 16 years of recovery.
Who is it, in a Hunchback Turtle Shell?
Who is it, in a hunchback turtle shell,
a defenders shield, grown so well.
Layers thick to hide the pain,
that no one should know the fear or shame.
Into a corner, she will glide
to keep her secrets, safe inside.
He may boast, before a crowd
but in his room he cries aloud.
They pray for laughter, clear and sweet,
but vigilance, will not allow them that treat.
They are the children, inside the shell,
now protected from living the hell.
Protected by the outer adult,
the one who pockets a slung insult.
Insult..slippery, slimey, untrue
but, not returned, now it will brew.
Seeping slowly into the pit,
where lives the child, who'll take the hit.
So, peel the layers, embrace the pain,
when the truth is revealed, there too goes the shame
Innocence championed, trust will return;
the adult from the child, now too can learn.
Laughing, standing straight and tall,
inner and outer, they can now have it all.