Poem To Soothe Demons
Child… there’s no man anymore
Waiting just outside your door;
You are almost 84 and the bad men are all gone.
Well… gone, perhaps from your bedroom door,
But not from the world…
There are always more.
They rule the high places and terrorize the low
And what is now has always been
And will likely remain so.
You are to them what you always were:
A disposable cunt with a small patch of hair;
You didn’t matter to them then
And now, they just don’t care.
But the child inside I’m speaking to — naked, vulnerable and small –
Is still every bit as alive as you
And she remembers them all.
Talk to her as you ready for bed,
Let dreams of safe places fill her head
At the same time, re-minding you
That all those dreadful days are through.
Inspired by my own life and the work of Dr. Bessel Van Der Kolk, author of The Body Keeps the Score, which has helped me make sense of it all.