Driving home last night I listened (and sang aloud) to Simon and Garfunkle and this from I Am a Rock:
I have my books
and my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and
no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.
The words may not be exact–but I did not have to look them up to know that what I remember is pretty close. That’s because this song became my mantra.
It tells me much about who I am today to look back and see what I related to. If you asked me about my childhood, teenage years and young adulthood, I would say it was great. Yet obviously there’s something I must be forgetting.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology