the magic of reparenting the inner child
little me
would look at now me
all wide-eyed, gap-toothed grin,
mind full of wonder
and marvel at this grownup
they dreamed of becoming,
of calling father/mother.
No more mocks or jabs
or peers talking behind my back,
just genuine belly laughs
infused with wholehearted acceptance.
No longer in locked closets
hiding from parents and bigots alike.
No longer hiding from m y s e l f
sporting itchy attire that tires
this body into meltdown.
I wear my kaleidoscopic heart on my spectral sleeve
with baggy bright pants instead of dull tight jeans.
I am unapologetically me in ways little me wouldn't believe!
You inspire me to treat my inner child with more care. Thank you for sharing this. So beautiful! Both art and poem.
-Nina