Inner Child

At five am in my studio apartment I woke up to the sound of screaming.

When I opened my eyes I saw no one there but when I closed them, I saw the image of my five year old self sobbing uncontrollably.

It scared me and I felt deep concern.

I consider myself an empath, a caretaker, a nurturer and here I was baring witness to the gross neglect of my own inner child.

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