Phraseology of an adult.
A grown-up appearance.
An epidermic adulthood.
A just-visual experience.
That inner kid is present,
and chooses on behalf of us,
based on early-years being;
time refuses to pass.
We‘re not hospitable to it.
We’re basically disconnected;
cutting the bond of conscious talk
pushes reactions of the neglected.
Abandoning it within the context
of “I’m a grown-up now”,
doesn’t mean it ceased to exist;
it often decides for us somehow.
It’s there when we’re spontaneous.
it’s in creativity’s expression.
It’s there when we ask for full attention.
It’s in the lack’s echo and depression.
Regaining conscious contact
with that child that acts in our depths
leads to a surprising re-genesis;
huge pancosmic inner steps.
Taking care of all its trauma
un-writing beliefs, writing new thoughts,
healing the wounds, accepting skills,
throwing light on the dark spots.
Frequent, serious work and re-bonding
is a painful but miraculous cure for un-freedom.
Accepting gradually the useful child’s skills,
but leaving emotional immaturity’s kingdom.
That kid is in an internal dark room,
sitting on a table, moving its feet.
The room’s door is shut for years;
you’re the only one that can open it.
Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
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