My Inner Child Knows

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