Inner Child

Having a good heart,

Is an invite to a million things,

Some unasked for,

Yet, pretty scarring.

Be good to them,

Keep smiling to the world,

Why does no one tell her,

About things that really matter?

She always looked forward to,

Things that made her gleam,

People after people,

Her inner child kept withering.

From pointing out her flaws,

To tell her to stop laughing like that,

She was only fifteen,

When the world had started to lose her.

Today she is a woman,

With pride, love, and power,

Tomorrow she will be a beam,

To guide horizons over.

She walks the oceans,

To tell young hearts,

Things that make them smile.

Things that make them one of a kind.

Hey, little one,

Never regret having a good heart,

Even if the world lets you down,

Your happy pill still belongs to you.

Hey, little one,

Prioritize yourself,

Over every seamless thing,

It's you who rises above.

So, little one,

Walk through those storms,

Believe me when I say,

These storms can never break you.

It doesn't matter how love works,

Close your eyes and think,

Of that one person who makes you smile,

You'll see your own magic shop.

Before finding serendipity,

Hustles arise through hurricanes,

When serenity trudges along,

It holds your hand and takes you away.

It takes you home,

That was once your hiraeth,

There you will find her inner child,

A girl with building dreams.

Laugh the way you want,

Flaunt the scars you have,

Tell her that,

Her footsteps hold the sound of storms.

Tell her about things that matter,

Tell her, her smile is worth melting for,

There you will see the fifteen-year-old,

There you will see her inner child gleaming.

It doesn't matter how love works,

Magic shops begin at home,

It's all about being in love,

Head over heels with yourself first.