I cry because my inner child is weeping, Every step I take, the tears are seeping, Through the cracks of my resilient soul, A story of survival that’s taken its toll.
In the depths of neurodivergence, I find my path, A journey unique, where others may laugh, But my inner child, he’s been through it all, And in his tears, I see the courage to stand tall.
Depression’s heavy weight upon my chest, A relentless burden, a never-ending test, But my inner child, he refuses to give in, His strength shines through the darkness, from within.
Anxiety’s grip, like chains, it binds my heart, But my inner child, he won’t be torn apart, He fights against the panic, the doubt, the fear, For in his resilience, I find purpose clear.
Incarceration, a chapter filled with pain, Yet my inner child, he won’t let it restrain, His dreams and hopes, they rise above the bars, For in his dreams, he’s reaching for the stars.
Being queer in a world that often misunderstands, My inner child, he holds love in his hands, He knows that love knows no bounds or walls, And in his love, acceptance truly calls.
We never thought we’d make it this far, Through the battles, the scars, and the stars, But my inner child, he’s a warrior, you see, In his tears, I find strength, resilience, and me.
So I cry, not in weakness, but in pride, For the tears that flow, they cannot hide, The journey we’ve walked, the battles we’ve won, My inner child, together, we are one.
I admit, I’m not a “poetry guy”. That’s my problem and by no means casting aspersions on anything.
But the story is moving. It speaks of a journey I believe many have taken. Some perhaps have failed to complete. Some perhaps midway thru the journey still. But it also speaks of a resiliant soul that looks back in reflection of journey well traveled
Nicely done!
Thank you so much for your kind words. I do not consider myself a poetry guy either. I used to love poetry as a child; my great-grandmother was a poet. I was made to believe that poetry was for sissies or girls. I gave up my love and did not find writing again until recently. So I write, and I hope that it helps someone with what they are dealing with as well. I wish I would not have lost all those years of gendered stereotypical belief, but sadly, I had to be over fifty before I realized that poetry can be for everyone!
Thank you for sharing. The greatest of these is love. So glad your self love has shown through it all; the ups and the downs. Keep going! Soar!