“Poem to Myself”
by Helen Rousseau**
Your spirit has been
on the back-room shelf,
hiding in safety
until this day,
praying for courage
in your struggle
to be free.
How welcome this reunion
to know you aren’t lost,
but have been guided
through it all
by the truth of who you are.
As each painful memory
comes to your mind,
embrace it
and give that wounded self
the love for which you
have been longing.
As joy is recovered,
revel in it and thank it
for returning, though
slowly it may come.
As hope opens a door,
trust you will not close it
but open it more
to travel the path
becoming clear
as you walk it.
Your heart is true.
It will not lead you astray.
**This poem is from her book, Coming to the Edge: Fifty Poems for Writing and Healing
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