Inner Child

I saw her there, in the corner, hugging her legs, chin resting as though she had given up. I walked over to her and I gave her a hug. A hug I should have given her a long time ago. I hugged her for me and I hugged her for her because she was me and I was her and she was loved and so was I. But she also needed more love and so did I. She needed to know that she was valued, worthy and understood. She needed to know that she was stronger and wiser than what the world saw and the world was just not ripe enough for her yet. She needed to know her power was within her and the story in her mind is not real. I desperately needed her to know so that I would know. So that I could heal, grow, change and reinvent. For she does not realise how strong she is, she does not realise how much I need her right now, how much I need her to believe so that I can believe right now, in this present moment, that I am worthy. That I am enough. There is magic in her eyes. Now if only she could see it, I could see mine too.