Asleep

Sometimes at night, when i think that the world herself has gone still and silent,
I allow myself to cry and mourn for the little girl who is trapped on the inside of the corridors between my lungs.
I cry for all the pain she has endured, and I cry for the childhood that was short lived.

There is a pain so great inside of me somewhere that she avoids it at all costs,
In fear of being enveloped into that deep dark space on the inside of my soul.
I wish that I could hold her in both of my arms and give her the love she has always been searching for.

Sometimes at night, when the world herself has gone still and silent,
I like to tell her all of the things I wish I would've taught myself when I was younger,
I teach her how to love herself like no one else can,
Because I am trying to heal us from the inside out, to heal her.