New Artwork - Comfort

My therapist told me last week that I need to imagine what it would have been like if someone would have comforted me after the abuse, to imagine what "comfort" would look like to me. I told her I wasn't really sure, but that I'd always imagined how nice it would have been to be wrapped up in my mother's arms and cry on her shoulder, to have her say "it's okay, it's not your fault," etc. So this picture/project is very different from most that I've done recently in that it is more positive and potentially inspirational.

What I would say to survivors of abuse is this -- maybe there wasn't anybody there to rescue you way back when. Maybe you were afraid to tell anyone. Maybe you DID tell someone, but weren't believed. Whatever the case may be, it's NEVER to late to be comforted . . . even if you have to do the comforting YOURSELF.


In my case, I'm simply trying to learn to nurture that part of me, my "inner child," so to speak . . . to hold her and reassure her that everything's okay now, that she's special, she's safe, and she's LOVED.

Little Me (Acrostic Sonnet)

Today I wandered way down in my soul.
How strange it felt to look at that again,
Allow no one to know, that was my goal,
To stash it deep inside til who knows when.
I somehow lost my childish innocence
Somewhere along the way, I don't know how.
Left on my own to try to make some sense,
I thought no one would understand me now.
The questions went unanswered that I had,
There was no one to rescue me from that.
Life taught me I was dirty, I was bad.
Each time I tried to rise, fate knocked me flat.
Maybe someday I'll dance with little me,
Earn her respect, and help her to be free.