Unravelled
He lay down on the couch opposite her.
Asking questions.
Unceasingly.
"What about you?"
What about me? She thought.
She had been the source of questions.
Her whole life.
Asking.
Enquiring.
Searching.
But avoiding the questions pegged at her.
Avoiding the self disclosure that necessitated real and true intimacy.
Hiding behind a role that negated that in its form.
Hiding behind "ethical standards of practice."
Right there and then, however, she was asked:
"What about you?"
The loose thread had been located. And he was tugging at it.
She shrugged back into the comfort of her blanket on the couch opposite.
"Ummmmmm...."
As he pushed for a response, she felt the thread move.
It began to unravel
Spiralling into a heap on the floor
as momentum built.
She had no time to put up walls
The thread heaped and visible between the two
Suddenly stood there on its own
Disconnected from her for a distinct second
She stared at it
Relieved.
But nervous.
The silence continued on for moments
Unbearable.
Until he reached down.
Picked up the thread
And with his own needles
Began to knit her words
Thoughts
Fears
Concerns
Joys
Praises
Excitement
Hopes
Dreams
and love
Into a cohesive storyline.
He echoed the words of God
The sentiments of her heavenly Father
and beckoned for her to see her worth
And the value of her unravelling vulnerability
And with it she saw where hooks and tangles
Had formed holes in the protective blanket
Of her identity
As she perceived it.
"You're God's daughter."
I'm God's daughter.
Asking questions.
Unceasingly.
"What about you?"
What about me? She thought.
She had been the source of questions.
Her whole life.
Asking.
Enquiring.
Searching.
But avoiding the questions pegged at her.
Avoiding the self disclosure that necessitated real and true intimacy.
Hiding behind a role that negated that in its form.
Hiding behind "ethical standards of practice."
Right there and then, however, she was asked:
"What about you?"
The loose thread had been located. And he was tugging at it.
She shrugged back into the comfort of her blanket on the couch opposite.
"Ummmmmm...."
As he pushed for a response, she felt the thread move.
It began to unravel
Spiralling into a heap on the floor
as momentum built.
She had no time to put up walls
The thread heaped and visible between the two
Suddenly stood there on its own
Disconnected from her for a distinct second
She stared at it
Relieved.
But nervous.
The silence continued on for moments
Unbearable.
Until he reached down.
Picked up the thread
And with his own needles
Began to knit her words
Thoughts
Fears
Concerns
Joys
Praises
Excitement
Hopes
Dreams
and love
Into a cohesive storyline.
He echoed the words of God
The sentiments of her heavenly Father
and beckoned for her to see her worth
And the value of her unravelling vulnerability
And with it she saw where hooks and tangles
Had formed holes in the protective blanket
Of her identity
As she perceived it.
"You're God's daughter."
I'm God's daughter.
