its a good few years ago now, it was night, quite late, and i was sat on a bench, at the top of a grandstand, looking out on to a festival site which was all quiet and sleepy. the beer tent was still open, friends either in there, or sleeping. didnt know where to go, where to fit in. and as i searched through my bag for my smokes, i found this poem, which i had been given earlier on in the day.
and as i reread it, and then again, and read again and again and again little did i know how poignant this poem was going to be in the years to come. how much more difficult life was going to get, but how this poem would go with me wherever i was.
so , just wanted to share it with you
beautiful child …
You are not broken, beautiful child
Nothing about you is wrong.
Other people have made their mistakes on you
But you survived.
You are whole.
You will heal, you will be all you ever want to be
You no longer remain the victim of those years.
Your body is yours.
You can fill it with joy.
Your thoughts are in your control.
Your feelings are free as the sound of chiming bells.
You are loved.
You are loveable beautiful child.
You always were.
You are forgiven.
– Becky Birtha