“This inner void”
Feeling empty inside
Incomplete,
Yearning,
Missing something or someone
But not being sure what or whom…
My inner child’s wounds
Feel like an empty spot
Right at my heart or in my gut,
Feeling the neglect,
Feeling the abuse,
Yearning for attention, for acceptance,
For the love that makes one feel wanted and complete…
Becoming that parent voice
Speaking into that empty hole,
Gently, compassionately,
“You are chosen”, “You are mine”
“I will never leave you”
“I will always care for you”
“You are special and you can grow roots
In our love relationship”…
Me and myself…
Filling that inner emptiness…
Parenting my wounded self…
Loving my yearning self…
Embracing my abandoned self…
Letting her/him/them come home…
At last…
And heal, and rest…
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