My inner child still awaits.
I know my inner child is not satisfied
Living the life of a young girl.
My childhood has passed,
Yet I still dwell in it.
In every relationship I encounter,
A quiet wish rises inside me—
That they would treat me like a child.
That I could cling to them
Like a little girl, full of life,
And finally experience
The childhood I never got to live.
Sometimes I make myself small, almost submissive,
Even though I know I am strong,
Just to feel that parental love,
The warmth, the affection
I never got to feel.
I know my journey of healing
Will never truly be complete
Until my inner child
Can laugh, play, and be held
In the way my soul
Has always, always longed for.
Poetry by Nisha
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Written on 2026-03-16 at 01:17
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