My inner child weeps constantly
Cries out please don't make it so.
That those that said they loved me
Were just putting on a show
I cannot go back and fix her
She's the foundation of my being
The despair that heralds her presence
Plays havoc, overwhelms reasoning
But am there always for her
She need's me to exist
As that is the triumph
That we go on and persist.
©wrennie
W