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Portia Lane

Rookie - 43 Points (California)

Apology To My Inner Child


Tears I've held in for years
I fear, have been released
The pain that reigned my childhood
has found a way back into my heart
I thought i left it behind
When I shed my adolescence
But I was wrong
The visions of pain are still as clear
And the feeling is just as strong
I am now a young adult
Attempting to press on to maturity
But this wall once gone around
Is too tall to climb over
My only hope is to destroy it
To conquer these emotions
Means to relive my childhood
Is that a chance I'm willing to take?
If I don't take that chance
I am chancing being forever
Bound to the sounds of my inner child
Who cries out to be answered
Unlike she was before
This chance means being freed
From the chains and cuffs
Holding these memories
Their freedom means my success
Their imprisonment leads to my demise
The wise choice is to confront the pain
But what if my efforts are met in vain?
Shall I remain a victim of my youth?
Either way I am...
So why not take the stand
My inner child could not take then?

Young me,
I am sorry i have yet to give you a voice
I am sorry that I have become like the adults in your past
Who didn't listen
I vow to you today
That your voice will be heard
your worries will be told
you pain will be understood
you will be cared for by me
I am sorry I have taken this long
To show you I love

Love always,
You

Submitted: Monday, September 20, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Topic of this poem: sorry


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