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I wrote this poem and I hope it touches the hearts of anyone who endured childhood abuse from vitiligo and other issues.  By participating in Inner Child Workshops I learned to accept and nurture myself, eventually healing and losing the shame that was put upon me.

"Come Out My Precious Child"

Where is this child of mine who I cannot seem to find,

Is she lying deep within trying to come out again.

I fear she has hurts unknown, and she carries them all alone.

I want so much to bring her out, so she may cry and really shout!

Or maybe she just wants to play and have me say that it’s okay.

My little one can have some fun, together we can jump and run.

Now there’s nothing to fear, for our God is always near.

It’s okay to have some tears, they were stuffed so many years.

Come out my precious one, the work has all been done.

I will love and nurture you, and always be with you, too.

Created by God, ‘you’ are ‘me’ and ‘I’ am ‘you’, don’t you see,

Together a very special journey from this place to eternity.

But for now the time is right to say hello to all in sight.

Come out all you kids within, it’s now your time to begin.

To feel, to cry, to smile, to heal, to share awhile,

To give love and receive it, why don’t we all begin it.

Safe with all who are near, won’t you please try to share.

Feels like our fears were forever, let’s face them now together.

My child within and I, will really sincerely try

To let you feel safe today, somehow it just feels okay.

Written by Patricia Stegall

Copyright © 2-24-04