There is a child inside me
She lurks in the corners of my soul as I navigate my life
She has been waiting for her chance to come out and play
.
I worked so hard for so much of my life
to raise my kids
to keep myself safe
.
I tried so hard to fit in
Hoping to be seen – to be heard
My inner child has been very patient
.
My kids are now grown and have their own lives
I’ve no one to care for but the dogs
No one to tell me what I can, can’t, or should do
.
The child is now free to play
She’s with me when I garden
She helps me tell my story through my blog
She’s there when I create the art that brings me so much joy
.
And she’s there to tell me it’s okay
when I start to feel weepy over old memories
or the state of the world
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