“Come play with me.” Her giggles wrapped in innocence.
Writing about the inner child connection has been the core of my writings for the past year. How about you, do you feel and hear the child within?
I've actually written a book about it - Whispers of the Inner Child
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Spring air has taught me freedom My rain-touched soul always adored the smell Sailing the melancholic seas with sails set high Joy was a language I had to translate As if it's my own unique treasure And parents have burnt the map
I let my inner child show me joy 💚
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In the dusk of my heart I see the outline of lost things Like the warmth of my hands when I was a child There are scrapes and bruises dripping with fiery colour Illuminating the vulnerable parts swallowed To fake the peaceful wind through the souls windows The rage of silenced girls billowing in the valley of eternity Reminiscing about the smell the courage at dawn of innocence had I call back the spirit of wonder to open my hearts eyes To unapologetically seek the magical particles entwined in my life To move with the joy entangled under the limitless skies To bleed with colour over my sepia tinted glasses I allow it to step back in, and guide my tides
I call back the spirit of wonder 💫
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When I was 7 the world was a different place, The colours were brighter, the forests were greener The wind still carried the murmur of fairies in the meadows The ground I walked flowered with hope In my veins fire to birth new dreams flowed My pace was slower and softer Words were spells bringing to life anything I imagined When I was 7 the world broke me for the first time Took the power of how I felt and gave it into the hands of others I've ran to catch the breadcrumbs of the sunlight of youth When I was 7 I knew the warmth of a self-love fire When I was 7 I let the fire die out
When I was 7...
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I met with my younger self for a cup of cocoa We arrived early, because we don't like to keep anyone waiting. Smiling but ever so serious she studied me. I asked her if she remembers the time an elderly man at the bus stop said to look life straight in the eyes and never look down, you have so much ahead of you. She nodded and smiled, “See, he was right, even if the future seems dark now, you'll find your way and learn lots of things and meet many different people. Above all, while a long term relationship will break, a new one will come along, and three sweet souls will never leave you feeling alone in this world.” Her lines became soft, while I could still see her heart had trouble navigating the duplicity of life, and hopelessness spreading like spiderwebs, because some things you can't change alone. We both hang on to the echoes of farewells for far too long. Haunted by something untamed inside like a baby's cry. And we bleed our emotions through poetry. “Don't ever stop writing,” I whispered to her over our steaming cups, although you may be looked at but never seen, “it's your soul's talent, so nurture it.” She cringed, “these silly lines?” I told her she'll be brave and stubborn enough to publish a few books and change professions too. Her spine straightened in surprise. “See, you're not little, there's lots you can do. Stop playing small and enjoy the ride. Small joys will keep you warm through any transformation that might occur.” She didn't say much, ‘cause that's how she is, although in her mind a lot is going on, not much will come out. It’s her call that I heard, displaying a need to reconnect, to show me where it still hurts, and bandage the wounds once and for all, diving deeper through the veils of the past, to pour love in streams to the child within. We never actually parted, we sail hand in hand.
I met my younger self for a cup of cocoa
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Dear child, I hope you dream big and hold peace and gratitude in your hands, to find balance in growing towards your goals. I hope you dream big while knowing the path may not be an easy one, and the world might convince you otherwise. I hope you dream big and take resilience in your hands like a shield, yet weave your sword of vulnerability with precision. I hope you realize your dreams are the language of your soul wishing to live.
Dear child,...
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They made us fear the forest, they made us fear the wild. With debts on our shoulders, all we asked for was to survive. When you hear the whispers of the heart, do you listen or mute the call? With small steps taken in the right direction, you eventually arrive. As you undress the patterns and limiting beliefs, You stand skin to skin with the alchemist within, turning venom into medicine.
Alchemist within.
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What do you miss?
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Language of the fairies
Translating stardust of tears
Into odes of joy or grief
Children speak fluently
Stardust of our skin flickers
With the colours of the universe
When our eyes touch
A light we emit
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My fingertips converse with the trees In the language of ancient songs Wisdom woven inside with light Some myths linger in the bones Skin covered with moss Dewy droplets tingling over my ribs Like a soft spoken breeze Touching parts of my divine fire Spine pressed against the bark The oak knows the truth That it grew mighty from a small acorn Heartsong branching out through the sternum Inner kingdom of thoughts and feelings ablaze Intangible universe within a magnet Pulling pieces of my soul shattered in the ethereal space Every storm a contraction birthing a new horizon
Immered in nature, my body a tree.
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I shall fill pauses of my life with softness To ground my being into the body To hold the courage of a fragile soul in the tender palms of authenticity I smash the heavy doors and undress the coat of thoughts not mine and let the heart speak Through every mist, storm, shaking ground The girl inside turned to the freeing sense of creativity Building something out of nothing, sewing innate parts back together With a pen rewriting stories, seeing everything with broader eyes I appreciate now her stubborn heart And I'm learning to love the process of rearranging paths
What has January taught you? I'm leaning into softness as I stare unto the unknown path before me.
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Whispers of my childhood reveries Sneak into my mind, like a lost sunray Piercing through time, reminding me Of the debris still left inside The emotional blueprint we leave on memories Is not written in stone, but can be molded like soil The only thing that we get to carry with us When we finally go I step into my ancestry lineage And try to articulate the unsaid My hands submersed in the lost art How much is the heart even worth? The wild bird of my soul Shows me the untrodden path of my dreams And I follow it with all that I got Stranded like a fool, but filled with urging belief With words shedding the stardust of my fingertips Leaving ripples on the cosmic playground For a chance to spark healing in another We're small but connected at the core
Do you get glimpses of your childhood reveries?
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Your belly button is cute I have one too, stretching at the center of my tummy May I see, may I see? We pull our shirts up and proudly show this button to the world Peacock has its feathers, but we wear a reminder Of our time in the womb A place where our earthly story began Traces of fire that sparked our life Magic in cells that made the uniqueness of our earthly existence A reminder of the force of life, giving us an opportunity To experience the magic of this Earth
Ever thought of the magic behind the belly button? Besides having a unique microbiome.
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