The day I wrote this, I was talking to myself. Yes, I do talk to myself and call myself to action. You should try it, the best form of therapy you could ever have in my humble opinion.
My inner child feels
Beaten, bruised and battered
She talk to me
She say, Miss, me tired and weary
What to do
Me no know
Miss, me worried and stressed out
Me no strength to go on
I say, child, hold on
Change gon’ come
She say, Miss, you keep saying
Change gon’ come
But me mind tired and it travel far and long
One thousand thoughts a minute
None make sense
But leave me afraid
I say child,
Rest your mind
She say Miss, rest me mind?
Me can’t rest me mind
Me mind active and thoughts flowing
But me body dragging along
Saying, I’m tired
Tired becoz me no know what to do
I say child,
Hold on love gon’ see us through
She say Miss, love is what you always say
Will see us through
I say child,
That’s all I know and that’s all He has given me
She say who?
I say love himself gave me love
She say Miss,
You know love, you trust love
I know you, I trust you
So I’ll trust your love
© 2005 Belinda Otas
