Your poem made me think of the parts of me that I relied on to keep me safe. She protected me so well so I wouldn't get hurt again. But she also made me stuck in the same place without the ability to create a life that is rich and diversified. No friends because friends can hurt you, no real love because love can hurt you. How can we take our silent friends and love them but teach them that to be that protective is damaging in itself and that we love them but need them to give us our freedom?
Carrie