I’ve always tried to keep my inner child awake
And like life, it sometimes chooses to take its own direction
For ages I’ve tried controlling it
But it’s a battle I’ve always lost
Last time I meditated,
It was complaining of the number of times I’ve ignored its pain
The traumas, rejection, ridicule, bruised ego it has faced
I’ve never meditated again since then
The noises in my head were too much yet everything on the outside was quiet
It has tried carrying open wounds for years that I’ve covered up with patches of a dirty cloth, excuses
Soon, they shall rot
And may be, unfortunately, the pus will leak on skins that know nothing about the pain
It’s time I gain the courage to pull my chair and have a heart to heart conversation with it
Else, I’ll keep breaking hearts that know nothing about the pain
Now my inner child,
Tonight I come bare, ready to talk
Forgive me for the years of torture I’ve caused you by procrastinating this emotion
Do we dim the light and converse in darkness?
For that is where everything begun
© Gathoni Wamwondwe