
Tuesday wears the scars of yesterday
while clinging to the promise of tomorrow
She has seen enough to be afraid
but not enough to abandon hope
She is unaware of what lies ahead
Blinded by faith and youthful innocence
Tuesday believes what she is served
She trusts the messages
in place of her own experiences for
She has not witnessed enough sunsets to
understand the difference
Later days will teach her
Later moments will change her
but for now
Tuesdayβs teary eyes still gleam with
hope and possibility
This poem begs for an explanation. It was born from a very recent connection to a set of conflicting feelings from my inner wounded child. With some time and reflection I have come to understand a difference or split between the child within me at the time when the abuse first began and the older child who experienced routine abuse for years. This poem is a connection to that younger wounded child – the one who hurts but still believes in and longs for help and care. I call her Tuesday because in the span of a week Tuesday holds hope. Even with a bad taste from Monday, Tuesday offers the days ahead to look forward to – to turn everything around and make it alright.
Hugs to both of you. β€οΈ
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Love the split explanation β€οΈ
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Thank you π
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I am glad you have met her. Important work my friend.
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Wow. Stunningly painful, and absolutely beautiful, Sara. β€οΈ
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Thank you so much, Jeff. π
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You’re welcome, Sara. Always. π
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