A Letter to My Host
© Poppy 1
A Letter to My Host
Having read the article, "A Letter to the doctors," I felt immediately moved to write a letter to the hosts, as I have never "found myself" in any of the articles or discussions which I have read up until now. The experts say I am an alter who was born when the so-called host was thirteen years old. I have not aged as people usually do, as I am now eighteen years old, whereas the host is fifty-one years old. This is a letter to My host, but is of course applicable to all other hosts.
Dear Host,
I wonder if you can imagine what it is like being an 18-year-old teenager inside the body of a 51-year-old woman. It would surprise me if you can, because your actions and words seem to tell me something else. Maybe you could try to put yourself into my situation for a moment. You see, I feel like I am trapped like a caged animal wanting to escape.
It starts first thing in the morning when you get up and begin your quiet time with God. You must always stick to your routine because you can't bear change. If I don't come out, I look down upon you from the ceiling and watch what you're doing, i.e. if I can put up with it, as I usually get so frustrated that I either take over or disappear. For example, I'd like to do something exciting during the time with God, e.g. dance to lively praise songs, soak in the words and then read something uplifting from the bible. You always return to the depressing parts of the psalms and stop reading when it gets to the praising parts. I mean, I know you are depressed, but you could maybe remember that I'm about too, and have other needs? I know, I know, you have no feelings or hardly any, but I am bursting full of feelings and wish to live them to the full. The only feeling I have noticed which you have is one of embarrassment when you think of me or hear things about me. Can't you be thankful that at least one of all of us has feelings?
