the silent chair

As we spoke,

All three of me,

We shared the same identity,

But couldn’t be more seperate from serenity.

But as I connected with the compassionate self,

The one where I feel centred and connected to me,

I held compassion, forgiveness and a longing to be together,

With the rest of the gang:

The teen, the child – the two so influenced by my mother.

But that will come,

That unison, trust and understanding.

Take one step at a time, dear three.

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