Inside each of us
Lives a younger, fearful version of ourselves
Still waiting for the words we never heard
Still longing for the approval we never received
Still mourning the loss of healthy attachment
Still believing the cause is our fundamental existence.
Within each of us
Lives a wisened, knowing version of ourselves
Saying softly the words we desperately need to hear
Quietly but determinedly offering our own approval
Loving the parts of us still bearing the heaviness of loss
Knowing on some level we were always enough.
The challenge, dear soul, is to implicitly learn
To listen to the opposite of what we were told
And to believe in it the way we believed them.