(To your inner child)
Tell her she needn’t weather the storm on her own this time
Wrap her in lavender and sing to her and dress her in courage. Tell her she is as powerful as her wildest dreams.
Let her rest in your arms,
Watch the sunrise together.
Accompany her grief, comb the knots out of her hair
Let her run barefoot in the dirt with no consequence
Write her love letters, mail the ones she wrote for those who were incapable of receiving
Burn the ones where she blamed herself.
“Too much too wild too selfish too human too challenging too loud too loving too anguished”
Burn it all, let her hold the match so she understands she is the master of her fate.
Hold her tiny hand in yours until she dissipates
Absorbed into the roots of your inner garden;
She is owed a place there, but she will no longer overshadow the other wildflowers.