Heart Reflections: A Poem For My Inner Child

 

dsc_0166If my heart is connected to my womb it makes sense that I am bleeding so much.
My heart is aching, and it has been for as long as I can remember.
What does it matter to be honest, if noone ever takes the time to truly listen to what you have to say?
Oh, the irony of the Wounded Children:
Being ignored by parents only to grow up ignoring ourselves too.
Cycles that need to be broken with not a single clue on how to go about it.
I am bleeding, that is one thing that is certain.
If my heart is connected to my womb it makes sense that I am bleeding so much.
Masking the pain with a smile is not possible any longer.
It’s a trap to think you are already healed when in reality you are still running babygirl.
”Hurting is a thought process”
Yet, I can’t seem to find another string of thoughts.
Especially not with men.
Sooner or later they all just seem to abandon me, might as well be the one the leave first.
If my heart is connected to my womb it makes sense that I am bleeding so much.
Leave them first, yes, but also leave myself because that is the root.
No tree can grow from rotten roots.
Water, more water, sun light maybe?
I better start digging if I want this tree to grow.
Dig up all the pain, all the not so pretty parts that were hidden all this time.
Yes I am hurting, and for once I won’t be the one kicking myself while I’m already down.
If my heart is connected to my womb it makes sense that I am bleeding so much.
My heart has been aching, my body is talking.
Time to start listening, pay attention to what it is trying to show me.
Lovingly listening, giving my inner child what it has been longing for all these years.
Honoring her, letting her take me by the hand and play along.
Free from hurt, sorrow and fear.
Just me and her.
If my heart is connected to my womb it makes sense that I am bleeding so much.

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