The inside child

 


Maybe we never outgrow childhood; we just learn to carry it in secret...

I think there's a little piece of us all, tucked away, that longs to throw caution to the wind and be free. To bite into a candy like it’s a forbidden thrill, to reach for colors and sounds that don’t belong to our “adult” world. It’s funny, isn’t it? This big world of responsibility we all walk through, carrying these little memories like fireflies in jars, like pieces of light we hide but cherish.

Inside this grown-up shell, a child still lives,she’s the keeper of my joy, my freedom, and the pieces of my past I refuse to let fade.

"Growing up is a collection of beautiful goodbyes, but sometimes I find myself clinging to one hello..that child who still lives, still breathes, still dreams."

And here’s the truth: I don’t want to let her go, this child in me. 

She’s the one who remembers how to live without fear.

 She’s the one who knows how to find magic in the ordinary. 

So, maybe I’m grown up, but I’ll keep her safe, keep her dreaming, keep her alive. 

Because in a world that tells me to move on, I choose, instead, to hold on.

Every day, she breathes beneath my skin,

the child I was, the heart within.

She laughs, she cries, she feels it all,

In a world where only grown-ups fall.


So here I stand, both young and old,

with a hand on dreams I’ll never fold.


"Maybe we don’t leave childhood behind; maybe we just carry it in our hearts, as a quiet promise to remember." ❤️









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