Dear Little Me

Breaking the cycle - my first encounter with my inner child.

I close my eyes, open a space in my heart
To invite in the neglected one - little me.
She is small, frightened and sits
Fetal position in a corner of a vast room.

She is holding back the tears,
Because she has learnt that 
To cry is to be punished.
To express anything other than joy
Is not safe.

Do I approach her?
Should I stay back and let her be?
Even now, the way forward is unclear
What were my unfulfilled needs?

One step, two steps, three steps.
I cross to where she sits,
So fragile, so innocent
And join her.

In the fetal position,
Shoulder to shoulder
I sit by her side.
Silence prevails
Yet this feels right.

Maybe all she needed
Was someone to sit by her side.
To whisper
'It's safe to cry'.

And so she does
And finally, I feel release. 

To dear little me with love.