At first it was about you Seeing adornment in your eyes i tell myself I have to break the cycle. I HAVE to break this cycle
But I don't know how To stop This cycle
At first it was about you Wanting to show you the stars and the sky Hear what you've seen in the clouds today To show you the wonderment and beauty of this place Not teach you how to be afraid
Then it was about me Every breath of air I take Disintegrates And I exhale ash How will I be better for you? Be there for you? Grow you? From the examples I've had? It was about you but now it's me? Is that- selfish
I think... It was both You see At first it was you Because thats how I understood But it was me too You were my physical Manifestation Of my Inner child
And as I learn to nourish you my little love By showing you the pine trees The dew stained mornings The great beauty of this place That you- We Don't have to be afraid of I will learn to nourish my Inner Child
Flying on an old wooden swing set Green paint peeling off the sides Sunlight descending through the spaces between the leaves Thick on the branches of the old oaks I never thought I would Leave behind
She’s kicking high now With spindly legs And tipping her face upside down Laughing like a child Should Laughing though life would Place a sadness in the world Little by little.
I walk through the edges of the garden in a different time My voice is hers and mine.
I will always love you Hopeful little thing Trusting that these ropes will hold forever Looking back at four walls that will never crumble But they did And they do And you knew, you always knew.
And if you could only hold onto one solid thing And if you could just be bright enough to save every one
And isn’t that why you were always smiling?
Such a happy child. Such a happy child.
And I want to tell you it is ok to stop smiling And it is ok to let the swing fall down from the sky. And it is ok that things die right there in the middle of the light You try to bring.
I like you anyway And I love you anyway And I will swing beside you And hold your hand and we can lay back our heads and laugh and laugh and laugh And maybe that will finally
And I can forgive myself.
to the inner child..what would you say?
"I will always love you how I do Let go of a prayer for you It's a sweet word The table is prepared for you
Wishing you godspeed, glory There will be mountains you won't move Still I'll always be there for you How I do I let go of my claim on you It's a free world You look down on where you came from sometimes But still you'll have this place to call home always."
I left home Aged 10 Put on a bus and away I went Gone to oblivion Into the void Mum standing on the platform Growing smaller as the bus drove away Already gone. Now a man, I return to that bus Where that boy should have never been. I take him in my arms And hold him, I will not let him go! He can come home to me, Stay with me in my home-heart. We can be together, friends, brothers, partners, companions at arms. You are safe now with me my boy! I will not let you go.
I rhyme to stay in touch with my own inner child! Only enough before I realize I'm already too old to admit I've been wrong about why I've always thought I'd been rhyming...when it wasn't to begin with. With that I've forsaken my own trust about who I am...till the very end!
Rhyme as you must... It's nothing to truly be taken seriously, unless it's an option to help you simply cope!
Exploring my darkness Deep in my darkest corners All the memories I’ve locked away All the sadness I’ve endured It’s so painful visiting every memory I haven’t thought of them for so long I wish they never happened The darkness is scary and so full of emotions All the memories I have locked away Things I tried to forget every. single. day. These memories are fragile and need to be treated with the upmost care I’m afraid each time I unlock them I’m afraid I will shatter and crumble With each memory I uncover I know, I’m one step closer I’ll find myself, my hurting inner child I’ll embrace myself and tell her it’s all over I won’t need to hide any longer One day This will all be over