Our Inner Child Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Our inner child is bereft, caught within past memories, now
wandering around lost and alone, wondering where life has
disappeared to.

Heart hurting, having lost so many loved ones, family and
friends both, wasting time through the years, so many things
to do and agendas to fulfill.

Losing ourselves in the process, our inner child sitting
back, watching it happen, tears falling, unable to do any-
thing about it.

Just watching our world falling apart right within our own
beings, leaving our inner child in a pool of tears, wanting
to be young and vibrant once again.