What is the child posture for you,
It is the red face of the bitter anger for me.
What hinders us is our greatest treasure
The wall we created between us and the world
To be protected in times of danger
Please don’t hurt me, I am just a girl – you scream
My demon takes on the world with an awe
And tries to scare what scares her
It is just fear disguised
We are both just frightened little creatures
Who found no shelter when needed it the most
We took shelter and prison in behaviours that served us the most
Some day, a long time ago
We forgot quickly who we were
Now, trying to find the way back Home
To ourselves; the courage, joy and strength of our true identity.