2Like a child, I am clinging tight to something.
Holding on with all that I am.
I'm afraid to let go of it.
Afraid of what will happen next.
As long as I am clinging to it, I feel safe.
A voice whispers tenderly
"Just let it go."
"You will be ok."
"I am with you."
"Let me hold you."
I shake my head no.
I feel safe at the present.
I don't want to let go.
To plunge into the unknown.
And see what happens next.
Another voice speaks.
"Don't let go."
"You will no longer be safe."
"You will get nothing but hurt."
And with that voice I agreed.
The whisper comes again.
"Just let it go."
"You may get hurt."
"But I am right beside you."
Again I say no.
The rougher voice speaks.
"Do not listen."
"You will only get harmed."
"You will never heal again."
"You will be completely broken."
The whisper turns to a growl.
"Leave her alone."
"Do not lie to her."
"Let her go now!"
And I feel my grip loosen.
The rougher voice speaks again.
"You cannot have her."
"She belongs to me."
"She feels safe with me."
"Why do you care for her?"
The other voice speaks.
"I care for her because she is my child."
"Yes, She may get hurt, but I will heal her."
"I will give her strength and comfort."
"Let her go free!"
My grip is thrust away.
I let out a scream.
I was terribly afraid.
But suddenly I feel strong arms around me.
And I feel safer than ever before.
"I told you I would hold you."
I looked to the voice.
And a peace overwhelmed me.
I felt a new strength.
And I knew that everything would be ok.