My
inner child is always present.
Sometimes
she’s quiet and
sits
in a remote, dark corner
trying
not to cause trouble,
keeping
out of the way.
Other
times she wants to come out
and
run, play, and laugh;
she
wants to feel free,
do
whatever makes her happy,
without
censor.
For
instance,
My
inner child loves to color,
especially
with brand new crayons;
oh
the soothing smell of new crayons!
She
colors up-and-down and
side-to-side;
red, yellow green!
So
much fun,
no
cares, no worries.
But,
as usual,
in
the midst of all that fun,
the
adult steps in and
questions
the worthiness of
what
she calls nonsensical,
inappropriate
behavior.
a
waste of time!
My
inner child cringes,
and
once again retreats
into
her remote, dark corner,
and
waits, waits;
waits
for another chance
to
come out and play.
My
inner child does not give up.
She
will try again, and hopes
maybe
next time the adult will
understand
that once in a while,
albeit
for a short while,
her
sweet, loving, care-free
inner
child needs to take over
the
regimented adult life and
do
whatever helps to put aside
the
angers, fears, and worries
that
at times overwhelm.
My
inner child knows that
even
if only for a short while,
it
could be a life-saving while.
Mildred
Santiago (c) 2015
