In my head is a toddler; emotions too vast,
Born out of trauma and a chaotic past.
She rants and rages; takes days to deflate,
She never sees what she’s done until it’s too late.
I need to move slowly, hold her back,
She wants to jump in but there are skills she lacks.
If she dives in head first, she’ll surely get burnt.
“It’s OK not to know things that you haven’t learnt.”
So as I listen and observe the tyrant in my mind,
I gradually realise she needs me to be kind.
I’m learning to be patient; that change is organic,
Can I trust them to help me? Can I quell the panic?
Accompanying image ‘The Monster Within‘