The Wounded Child



We lie to ourselves

We lie to ourselves when we say we are ok when we are not

We lie when we say we are fine when you know we are not

We lie when we put on masks disguising who we truly are

We lie when we don’t communicate what we must say

We lie in order to make others feel food when the truth is we are crumbling inside

We were taught not to be so emotional

We were taught de eso no se habla

We were taught to hide


“the wounded child inside many males is a boy who, when he first spoke his truths, was silenced by paternal sadism, by a patriarchal world that did not want him to claim his true feelings. The wounded child inside many females is a girl who was taught from early childhood that she must become something other than herself, deny her true feelings, in order to attract and please others. When men and women punish each other for truth telling, we reinforce the notion that lies are better. To be loving we willingly hear the other’s truth, and most important, we affirm the value of truth telling. Lies may make people feel better, but they do not help them to know love.” — bell hooks


I wondered where his tears were. I wondered where he turned to in his moments of fear. I wondered if he cried from the pain when he was alone. I watched as the cancer ate him from the inside out. It attacked his stomach but in the end what I observed was that it was as if his vocal chords wouldn’t let him express what he was feeling.


What did he want me to know?

What did the pain feel like?

What did he still want to do?

What scared him?

What did he really want to say?

Why was he so silent?

What did he really want us to know about what was on his heart?

What was his souls deepest desires?

And is his soul really at peace?


(Unfinished, excerpt from IDGAF)


Readers, share with me your thoughts, reflections or quotes on the wounded child. Link any essays worth reading. Thank you for reading and sharing.


I love you.

Alicia