My Deserted Paradise - A poem associated with the wounded inner child

If we view childhood as a time of free and creative play, we can realize that to be human is to be playful. Our greatest human achievements are the "leaps of imagination" that account for our greatest inventions, discoveries, and theories. As Nietzsche once remarked: to become mature we must recover the sense of earnestness which we had as a child in play.

I drove off my mind

Revisited some memories
Whilst my feelings took a nap
Promising not to stay
I don't see why we fight with light?
Why we question a brutal truth?
Closing my eyelids shut
To keep seeing in the dark
I dream of a reality
Far from the one I've lived
Of rotten tomatoes & sauce
All because I thought of the worse
Days spent protecting my wall
Face flat to the ground
Cause no one cared enough to warn

Missing out on all the play
Enigmatic soul I trust
The inner child is all of us
If only we knew

copyright @pearlmacb 2016

" The cry we hear from deep in our hearts comes from the wounded child within. Healing this inner child's pain will transform negative emotions." - Thich Nhat Hanh