in honour of him, who does not care enough

clicked by my friend

You are bitter, you snap and bite with your words and sometimes you rip chunks of my soul. . . I always wonder if you are made up of all hate and selfishness?! But when I look a little closer and breathe in the situation a little longer, I realize you are but protecting your wounded inner child. Wounded from lack of attention, appreciation and mostly lack of love. An intense sense of homelessness kills you from within. . . you long for a home which is not a place but a person. The lack of human warmth and the burden of expectations stabs you like the pointed end of a cold steely knife.

I get bitter  and cynical too! mostly when I feel that I don't have any control over anything. Maybe my inner child is wounded too and probably for the same reason. I too long for a home which is not a place but a person.

I want you to know that for what it's worth, I will always fight silently and persistently to protect that inner child who is as much in you as in me. For I have found my calling in the midst of all the darkness engulfing my heart and right in the eye of the storm of your bitterness. There is no greater cause which I see, needs fighting for. This life will be an effort to protect the specks of divinity which is us.

We are both bitter and now turning a little sweet, for each of my breath is a prayer, that one day you and your inner child meet.