How Can You Be Free If Your Inner Child Is Locked In A Cage
A Tribute To The Inner Child… A Collection Of Short Pieces.
A High-Five To The Inner Child…
The one we all carry but may have forgotten.
The one whose innocence may have been robbed too early.
The one afraid to express itself because this strange world taught it “that’s not safe”.
The one this world is waiting for.
The Inner Child
One… two… three…
A hundred thousand dead.
Dead, but not dead
Lost. Locked. Trapped instead.
In cages built around the Spirit
From ideas, thoughts, and fear.
The Heart’s key. It must be found
To free the only child that we can save,
By hugging away its hurt
Until it’s reassured enough to breathe again.
The door is open. Come back to Life, reclaim its magic,
Share it with a world
That is longing to be free.
Awakening
Reclaiming your inner child is like learning to ride a bike all over again.
You find the bike, at last.
“Where was it hiding all this time?”
“Inside you”, says The Father as he gives you a push start.
You’re king of the world for a few seconds…
Then you hit a pothole and your ego takes a tumble.
The Mother picks you up and dusts you off
“Keeping going, child… You can do it… Remember who you are!”
“What u talkin’ bout, Mooommmm!?”
You get frustrated and want to give up, but you don’t…
You ride that bike until you're zipping down the hill with your hands in the air…
Witnessing…
Every cell in your body screams “freedoooommm!!”
Then “Whack!!!” Must be time for another lesson…
“Watch out for those tree spirits son…
They’ll fuck you up if you’re not careful, you know… ”
I Write For My Inner Child
I found him buried half-alive in the jungles of Colombia.
He told me to “Get lost!”
I told him, “I’m coming back.”
Slowly, he started to trust again.
Then he saw that many more were buried
Beneath the rubble of the mind’s rubbish.
“So…” he said: “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve no clue… what can I do?”
“Damn right… What can you do?”
“How about you write like a muthafucka who just remembered he’s alive.
Then dance like a fool for the same reason?
You might piss people off. That’s OK. It doesn’t matter much.
Maybe they’ll wake up and remember how powerful they are.
But for Christ’s sake, please stop forgetting who you are.
He has enough on his plate.”
This World Often Takes What Matters Most:
Our innocence. Our essence.
Our true gift to the world.
It conditions us into zombies plagued by fear,
Then straps us to a hamster wheel of busyness
Until we’re too tired to do anything about it.
But it’s never too late…
To peel away the layers we've gathered,
To re-marry the innocence we once were,
This is how we build what is now rising
From the ashes of a broken dream.
They call her Shakti.
For The Inner Children.
Buried under thoughts, expectations,
And the noise of a world that is fast forgetting how to feel!
The suffering of children is one of the most horrendous aspects of this world.
Naturally, we think of war zones, trafficking, Gaza or any other number of horror stories.
But how often do we think of our own inner child?
The one locked up tight inside an adult body
Holding on to hurt, we didn’t know how to carry.
We all face challenges we’re incapable of handling at the time.
We ignore, suppress, pretend, carry on,
We can also reclaim the effervescence… the sauce of Life, we once had.
As adults, we have the capability and courage to do this.
The inner child is as close to Soul as we can tangibly comprehend.
And in a world that seems to be having the soul sucked out of it,
Reclaiming this matters… more than we know.
I’d never heard of ‘inner-child’ work. Didn’t matter — he showed up anyway.
The past few years have been a journey. Magical at times, mostly messy.
When things fall apart, all you can do is piece yourself back together — even if it feels like you’re a blind man tackling a 1,000-piece jigsaw.
I owe a lot to the simple, loving presence of others. I’m no expert in inner-child work, but I’ve been in it deep for a while. If you’re feeling the pull to go there, reach out. Sometimes, all it takes is a sincere ear to listen.
And the journey continues… doesn’t it always?
First day of school… looks like he already knew what was coming… 😂
