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I am a senior citizen. Your question made me think about what happened to me. This is a poem about what healing looked like for me. It is still in process.

What does it look like to heal your inner child?

Notice.

Your adult emotions are grasping for control you do not have.

Your reactions aren’t helping, they aren’t guiding you to solutions.

Rage and anger bubble to the surface like water in a covered pot on the stove. You are water in a pot of circumstances. Situations heat you up and down.

Notice.

Patterns from childhood are repeating. The ones you wanted to change are repeating in your life. The cycle of abuse continues in you.

Notice.

A child has been wounded and abandoned. This is your child. These are your children. You can’t see the good in them. You are blind to it.

Notice.

Listen.

Be still.

A child is wounded and abandoned in your heart.

She sits.

Quiet.

Huddled.

Locked in a glass case within your heart.

How do you reach her?

Is there a way into the case?

Do you break the glass and risk shattering her in the process?

Is there a door, a window, a way?

Notice.

You need help to find a way that does not harm.

Who do you turn to?

Who knows? Who created this glass case?

Notice.

Be still.

Listen.

Turn inward.

Find your guide.

Within you is one who can help you.

Notice.

Be still.

Listen.

There is a spirit, ancestor, god, within you.

They know who you are.

They know how to guide you.

They know the way.

They have the key.

Notice.

Be still.

Listen.

Take your time.

This is what you are here for.

Uncover the truth. It is within you. It hurts. It hides.

But revealing it heals.

It removes the glass and allows you to hold and listen to the child within.

Take your time.

She longs to be held and heard.

That is why you are here.

Notice.

Be still.

Listen.

Act.

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