As our doors are locked to the world outside
We are forced to live in a black cave inside.
The pain of the past is torturous and rough,
Voices haunt us, "You're not good enough!"
As we explore and control our space,
New Voices support and make us feel safe.
"That must have hurt," makes our abuse real,
We vent our secrets; we feel and reveal.
Shamed into silence, we took on responsibility,
Afraid to express freely, we had not dignity.
The Inner Child survived, now a rainbow in sight,
We're encouraged, take its hand: reclaim life in the Light.