Letter to my Inner Child
I’m not sure if this is possible. I’m not sure an inner child exists within. I have looked within that mental room and found nothing. Shadows cast upon bare walls. Echo’s reverberate with each breath or step. It is as if those memories were fluid Leaking out over time. Expelling into the ether. There is an absence of an inner child No memory of one lies hidden. I had not the opportunity to exist within the world Childhood was stolen. How could an inner child exist. Forced to adapt into adulthood I but a mere child Wandering alone I found those rare moments Childish one might even say Chastised, beaten and told to act my age Was the compliment of each day. A child in age Though no child resides within. Any indication of an inner child dissipated You may even say drained away There is no inner child here. Just a Man finally acting his age.
