Poem: Healing the Child Within

Healing the Child Within

In shadowed rooms where silence grew,
A child once sat with eyes so blue,
The world too loud, the love too thin,
A storm was planted deep within.

She held her dreams in paper hands,
He drew his hopes in shifting sands,
They whispered truths no one could hear,
Their joy was wrapped in threads of fear.

But listen now, sweet child of mine,
No fault was yours, you walked the line
Of grown-up grief and broken ties
With stars still burning in your skies.

You learned to smile with quiet grace,
To mask the hurt, to find your place,
Yet buried tears don’t simply fade—
They bloom in silence, long delayed.

So come, let’s walk through memory’s door,
Not to relive, but to restore.
We’ll take your hand, we’ll speak your name,
No more the keeper of their shame.

You are not what you were denied,
Nor are you what the world implied.
You are the warmth that now returns,
The voice that soothes, the fire that burns.

Let every wound, once sharp and wild,
Be held today by your own child.
And every “why” that echoes still
Find peace beneath your growing will.

The past may knock, but you decide
What stays outside, what walks inside.
And in your arms, so soft, so true—
The child you were will trust in you.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie