Anxiety/Depression, Internal Family Systems (Parts work), Poetry

My family of Parts

I awoke this morning

With that familiar dread

A headache

A stuffy nose

Anxious thoughts in my head

I notice a voice

Bitterly say

I peer outside

The rain is pouring down

No garden this morning

I frown

I’d have to now meditate

In my room but I confess

My room was truly

An abominable mess…

I hear the voice of Michelle

One of my closest friends

As I stare at my kazillion

Random odds and ends

She declared

The first time she saw

It’ll drive her “Manager Part” crazy

That’s for dam sure

Because one of her managers

Is a complete utter neat freak…

 I chuckle at the thought

Of her disapproving critique

The nodding of her head

The “tut tut tut”

I on the other hand

Got NO such manager

So I’ve worked incredibly hard

To try and “create her”

I think I’m kind of proud

I have taught her well

Which makes it the perfect name

Lachelle is an oxymoron

And that’s pretty much how

She gets the job done

I mean it doesn’t come naturally

 I have to admit

But for 5 days a week

Lachelle will focus and commit…

But then suddenly around

Day number six

She suddenly decides

She needs to quit!

Lachelle has big dreams

 She can’t be housebound

All this cleaning and tidying

Only brings her mood down

So, I live with the fallout

Of Lachelle’s cavalier ways…

But of course

Lachelle always

Comes to see sense

She finally returns

The BIG CLEAN-UP can recommence

Usually around

Day six or seven  

If only she’d work the whole week…

Now wouldn’t that be heaven?

So, Lachelle stares at the mess

I reassure her it’s truly

Not really that hard

She starts to complain

 I remind her, impatiently

She stares at the mess

So lost and aimlessly

By now Neurotic angel

Has simply had enough

Suddenly Lachelle shouts

But through all of the emotions

Running around

My Internal Mother (‘S’elf)

Moves into the foreground

Neurotic Angel stood frozen

Lachelle looked like she’d been hit

With a giant rock…

She quietly invokes

Lachelle looks forlorn

She wants to burst into tears

Lachelle at this point

Realised it was futile

“Self” wasn’t going to budge

An inch or a mile

So, she tidied the damn room!

But she got over feeling irritated

And let go of being sour

But halfway through an exile

 Lyla appeared

She sat down and cried

Her “wow-is-me” tears

‘S’elf inquired gently

And then gave Lyla time to talk

She whines in disdain

‘S’elf listens patiently

Mara-Kares suddenly speaks

‘S’elf remains calm

She makes space for my internal family

with compassion and love

Self:

Mara-Kares:

‘S’elf:

Mara-Kares wasn’t yet

100% convinced

But she backed off Lyla

And the clean-up could commence

Lachelle eventually finished

“We” sat down to meditate

I felt calm and peaceful

In a more relaxed state!

Perhaps one day Lachelle

Will do her job full-time…  

But until that day

I’ll continue my conversations

In rhyme