My wounded inner child
brought forth outrageous fears
of self-love defiled
through pure intentions beguiled.
She’s confused diffusion
reflecting profuse delusion.
She attacks me with no mercy
and weaves my adult into controversy.
When I try to control her,
she rebels in ways that deter
the adult in me from leading my name.
All the frustration spirals to shame
and wish after wish that I never became.
How can I heal her, stop her, comfort her, love her?
How can I be one person: unimpeded, wholesome, complete?
How can I live right and be true
when it’s me she tries to defeat?
Adult self has been seeking guidance,
compliance, aide, sincerity, and real reliance
of how to authentically transform
inner child’s injured contrivance.
Who can accept the demon of my delinquency?
Who is wise enough to counsel my debility?
Who can teach me how to thrive with deficiency?
And who can love all of this contingency?