My past pain
colliding internally
with what is here and now,
present,
and
real –

can be like
living
outside
and inside
of a nightmare
which goes on for day
after day.

A flashback
of
Feelings
Almost impossible to contain.
Sugar-highs, mountains of leftover Christmas chocolate,
Huge mouthfuls of harming sweetness fail to binge the pain away.


Jesus,
Come to this my own confused addictive place.
Bring light into my darkness and
Courage
To my fear…

Caress the small girl screaming
inside of me,
till
she is quietened,
calmed –
once again possessing hope
for the journey ahead –

a journey of slow miracles.