Sometimes we need a hand. This was written when I was facing breast cancer last year.
Sometimes it seems
I only know how to be alone
it seems I have been alone so long
that now it is hard
to open the door and let you in
especially when I am hurting
when what I most need
is your love and tenderness
I am beginning to see
that inside is a small child
who learned to survive by being alone
by dissociating
by taking herself off
and learning to deal with things alone
and certainly there is a strength in this
but it is also very human
to feel frail at times
to need support
to find it all a bit too much
to cope with alone
and there is no shame in that
so now when I am facing something
that is very frightening
might I ask you just to sit with me
and hold my hand?
I can hold my own hand
it is…
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