10/20/2022                                                                            
                                    
                                                                            
                                            One of my brilliant clients wrote this poem and it touched me in such deep places that I thought it might be what someone else needs to hear today as well: 
I see you little one
Feverish and tired
Familiar with the smell of antiseptic and hospital hallways
Afraid of needles and hospital beds
I see you student
trying to understand, trying to keep up
missing the mark, each page painted in red
You hear their mocking, you question your brilliance
I see you growing girl
Looking in the mirror only seeing their critiques
Fixing, pulling, pruning
Unsatisfied
I see you, young teen
Wanting to share
Opening your mouth, but as the words fall out
They laugh and sneer
I see you sweet girl
Fearful of rejection 
striving for them to see your good 
reaching for perfection
I see you, lonely daughter
Too dramatic and too loud
Wanting to be coddled
Fearful of criticism, reaction, and rage
I see you church girl
Praying, seeking, singing, speaking
You want to be heard, but you must stay humble
Their words sting and I see you “turn the other cheek”
I see you little grown up
Tired of the yelling, the chaos
trying to be strong, stand tall
Enduring, persevering
I see you, working woman
feeling like an imposter, undeserving of accolades
wanting to be seen but fearful of being exposed
open yet guarded
I see you longing Mother, 
Needles, pills, timers, negative sticks 
Empty womb 
Empty arms
I see you new Mother
Reaching for joy in the dream fulfilled
Lonely, tired
Wanting support
I see you, young woman
Tending, Healing
Finding peace
Fulfilling your purpose
I see each part of your whole
I’ve come for each one
I’m not leaving
I delight in you
                  
-LH