Your inner child is divine
And it always knew the ways of love
Even when love was absent
That is why it hurt
That is why it grieved
And this is why it lost the way
To home
When it came to believe
His or her soul
Was not made of love
Worthy of love
Capable of loving
There was so much that our parents suffered
Being born when they were
Some of them never got to be and play
And laugh and long
And be emotionally brave
Or be held and known and loved and cherished
And deeply comforted in their pain
Many of them were brutalized
But never could fully realize
The full expanse and depth of it
But you can now
Do your healing work
Open the door on your vulnerability
And as you rage
Reclaim your lost power
For the part of you that is most precious
Is most closely linked to both
Your heart and soul
Those parts of your inner being
The child in you
So naturally can connect to
Do not live in punishment
For one more single day
Shaming the small child in you
Who longed for love
But oh so often
Lost the way to love
A beautiful poem 👌👌
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Thank you, lovely friend. 🌷
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