My dear child,
I’m writing you to say,
I miss the good times when you smiled,
And now you’re quiet and not ok.
Your voice is trembling deep inside,
It turned to whispering and sighs.
The guaranties I can’t provide,
They make your insecurities arise.
My sweetest child,
Blame me for all the bad things we’ve been through.
For every wasted mile,
We walked in hopes for something new.
I know you’re hurt,
I bared your soul to those who never I should trust,
Your voice can barely be heard,
We always struggled to adjust.
It’s not too late! ITS NEVER LATE!
Please let me heal your bleeding wounds.
Let’s try and master our fate,
And plant with flowers our battle-grounds.
My dear child within me,
Don’t feel betrayed - I’m by your side.
I’ve always been, I’ll always be
Your loving friend, your guard and guide!
The letter to my inner child
© Copyright: Ксения Михельсон, 2022
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