Dear Inner child,
It’s time to step out off that dark room.
From under your bed…
That dark corner with the solid wall against your back.
It’s time to allow the rays of sunshine to warm the leoprosy of your despair.
Despair, which has caused deformity, disfigurement, contortion, distrust, rage…
It’s time to remove the green, fluff pebbled blanket from your head.
To get up off the solid floor where you often lie, curled into a foetal position.
To unwrap the shawl of shame draped over your very existence.
It’s your time baby.
Time to speak.