Dear Inner Child

There seems to be some sort of confusion.

As, when I say, we need that,

She simply nods and does the opposite.

I know she heard me, 

Then what did persuade her into such delusion!

Unresponsive or naive,

What must I call her?

Wait a bit, am I even making sense?

If I am not, then clarify.

As I feel like falling into a limbo that is spiraling and oh so dense.

I want her to bother me with her questions,

Rather just nod and do the opposite in the end.

I want us both to find a way together,

Rather just to point fingers at each other and offend.

These intricate threads,

that binds the world together,

making everyone dance like puppets.

I have always come to the rescue,

to restrain her from frowning,

and drowning into this pool of trinkets.

I know you are scared,

but not scarred to the extent which is undoable.

Hope is what I shower upon you,

Immense hope,

and presumably enough to fight all the demons.

I assure you, I will be there beside you, whenever you stumble.

I know those eyes carry unconditionality.

I made you learn that the gifts that we get in this life

always come golden wrapped with innumerable clauses.

Yet, Hope is what I shower upon you,

Immense hope,

and presumably enough to fight all the demons.

I assure you, I will be there beside you, whenever you feel like taking pauses.

Talk, argue and clarify.

Just, don't sit silently,

while making a clueless face,

and having a heart in distress.

Situations will make us prone to vary,

vary on small decisions,

vary on certain life lessons.

I want you to hear me, 

to have your peace of mind,

for together we stand, 

nothing will ever persuade you into any delusions.