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An Epidermic Adulthood

A poem about our inner child

By Anthi PsomiadouPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Phraseology of an adult.

A grown-up appearance.

An epidermic adulthood.

A just-visual experience.

That inner kid is present,

and chooses on behalf of us,

based on early-years being;

time refuses to pass.

We're not philoxenus* to it.

We're basically disconnected;

cutting the bond of conscious talk

pushes reactions of the neglected.

Abandoning it within the context

of "I'm a grown-up now",

doesn't mean it ceased to exist;

it often decides for us somehow.

It's there when we're spontaneous.

it's in creativity's expression.

It's there when we ask for full attention.

It's in the lack's echo and depression.

Regaining conscious contact

with that child that acts in our depths

leads to a surprising re-genesis;

huge pancosmic inner steps.

Taking care of all its trauma

un-writing beliefs, writing new thoughts,

healing the wounds, accepting skills,

throwing light on the dark spots.

Frequent, serious work and re-bonding

is a painful but miraculous cure for un-freedom.

Accepting gradually the useful child's skills,

but leaving emotional immaturity's kingdom.

That kid is in an internal dark room,

sitting on a table, moving its feet.

The room's door is shut for years;

you're the only one that can open it.

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Notes:

>These past six months, I use systematically the inner child method with many of my clients in Counseling.

Having worked with my inner child also - with lots of notebooks being filled up with what that little girl had to express - , I knew the benefits of the process, but I re-experience its beauties now along with so many people that have the courage to make conversations with their inner kid every day - often being shocked by how many decisions of their adulthood are forced by that kid - , working seriously on the conclusions with me and themselves every week.

Transformations are taking place before my eyes, as a constant reminder of the miracles that can be born by human willpower, when we have the guts to reach the darkest depths of our inner Cosmos, accept them, and turn them into an opportunity for metamorphosis.

>*philoxenus: from the Greek word φιλόξενος, which means hospitable, kind to guests

>If you're not familiar with the inner child topic, here's a brief reference to it from Wikipedia

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Anthi Psomiadou - CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives

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About the Creator

Anthi Psomiadou

Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.

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