Dear Maria:
Welcome back!
“I don’t want to be reasoned with, I just want to cry and be held and be told that someone loves me”- I can see, in my mind’s eye, the fierce 20 year old very young woman Maria, a “single soldier in this stupid battle”, collapsing into someone’s arms, crying like a baby, releasing all that military like posturing, allowing yourself to be that hurt child that you are inside.
And I still imagine, in this vision, the person holding you, holding you tight and tighter, but gently, so it doesn’t hurt, and rocking you just a bit, telling you she hears you, she hears your cries and she is here for you, to care for you, to hold you, to protect you.
anita