The Child Within

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I sit and ponder,
Where these thoughts come from,
Thoughts that continue to hold me back,
That strip me bare,
Opening me up to this fear,
that creeps upon me.
As I try, to loosen these feelings of desire,
Feelings coated heavily, with a lack of self worth,
Continuously, trying to shake them off
Because, I know that I am enough.
Yet, they always come creeping back,
Weighting so heavy upon my soul,
Feeding the doubts I hold within,
How I am too complicated,
Too worn out,
Not enough,
Are we ever enough
Chasing after these ideals,
That were spoon fed to me,
Since I was a child.

Ideals I stepped away from,
That I turned my back on,
And yet the self dread remains,
My fears crushing, the inner beauty that screams to be seen,
to be heard.

Cos I know better,
And I try, so hard to do better.
To reach that little girl within
To take her hand and tell her she is loved,
That she is perfectly, imperfect.
That real beauty, shines from within,
Yet still,
I stumble and fall.

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I am sure there is nothing that I will say that you do not know - however I will still share my thoughts as I read your poem. I am thinking that the mind sometimes plays games with us as it regurgitates old memories. Sometimes there are ones that could sadden the child inside which will also cause the adult to feel the same. As we are humans we cannot help it - as memories help to form us. One way is quell the pain or fear is to focus on the positive and beautiful things that you have created or that is in your surroundings - hence being grateful while remaining present. It is not often easy but giving and sharing love with others and ourselves might help.

Thank you Lovely, I know that my insecurities have shaped me and I don't want to change who I am, just strengthen myself and yes love certainly helps with that xxx

It's just terrible that the child within, no matter how much we love her/him, wants the love of someone else. But I know you're a very strong, enlightened person. Even this, to allow yourself to feel, and to stumble, is strength. This is beautiful, my friend <3

Thank you beautiful xxxxx

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Feelings crowd like cobwebs in our minds, everything lived remains there for better or worse. The teachings scrutinize the behavior of an influenced childhood.I love when the verses make you think and reflect. Very good work.

Thanks for sharing.
Good day.

Thank you for sharing too xxx

Here's a heart for you first!💓

You are loved!
And you are beautiful.

This poem is so beautiful.

Ah thank you xxxx

Yes, I love it. This also is the type of poetry that I like writing and reading the most. It has a good story and a positive meaning.

Thanks so much xxxx

The title of this poem with reflective connotations caught my attention, and more after reading it. So I wanted to share a little analysis where I show the author my impressions, I hope you like it.

This poem seems to be about the struggle with self-doubt and the desire to be seen as enough. The author reflects on the origins of these thoughts that continue to weigh her down and hinder her progress. The author seems to wage a constant battle with herself, trying to rid herself of these negative feelings and beliefs. Despite knowing that she is enough for herself, she continues to fight against these thoughts and doubts.

The poet speaks of the ideals that were imposed on her as a child and how they continue to haunt her. However, the struggle she faces is not unique to her. Many of us struggle with the same thoughts and doubts, trying to live up to the idealized version of ourselves.

In conclusion, I think this poem is a poignant reflection on the struggle with doubt and the desire to be enough. It speaks to the universal feelings of inadequacy that many of us feel at times and reminds us that we are all imperfect. The author's powerful use of language and imagery makes this poem easy to understand and thought-provoking for readers.

Best regards

Thanks for sharing your thoughts xx