A Change

Until now a past regretted,
To my wounds I was connected,
Sadness for my unconscious life,
Hurting self and my wife.

A sad reflection in her eyes,
A mirror to me — as she cries,
For me a sadness to hurt us so,
Out of ignorance now I know.
Was caught up in my childlike state,
Quite unable to relate,
Wanting others to nurture me,
Read my mind, take care of me.
The wounded child ran my show,
I now see it — now I know,
This knowledge is a healing seed,
It’s what I’ve searched for, what I need.

This sad reflection now turning bright,
For underneath lies a new light,
I’m rising from my unconscious state,
In recovery out the gate.
I’ve been wounded — this is so,
But now my adult runs the show,
My wounded child is part of me,
For him I now feel empathy.
As I care and nurture him,
A sense of love is flowing in,
And love itself cannot stand still,
By its nature begins to swell,
First love for self, a sense of caring,
Goes out to others in my sharing.

A past no longer regretted,
To my healing I am connected,
A gladness for my conscious life,
Of caring for self and for my wife.