If I could hold my inner child, what would I say?

How can the words to come cross the right way?

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Can I say, “I’m sorry, I know it’s been hard”

Or sing my reassurances like a medieval bard

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Will the child be moved, or feel relief

Or will the suffering be more than brief

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Rejections to be faced, disappointment, felt

Or those very first loves that make the heart melt

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The child wants to fit in, but never will

It’s painful, forcing down to that bitter pill

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The teasing and jokes you’ll have to endure

Losing that innocence, once so pure

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I know it’s difficult the way you often feel

But know there’s a lot of people you’ll heal

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Either with your words or just your time

A special phone call, or a published blog rhyme

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You’re just unique, it’ll be OK

Because you’ll still be you at the end of the day

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Strength from your experiences is what you’ll have

Be them tough, easy, happy, or sad

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Never forget you’re a bright shining star

A guiding light of love for who you are…

-aaa ❤️