The little girl within me is lost in my brain;
all attempts to find her; have been in vain.
Where has she gone; has she left for good?
Did she feel unwanted or misunderstood?
She was my muse for tales of childish deeds;
she who gave me humor; for my writing needs.
I miss her girlish voice that rang inside my head;
Without my inner-child, mind is filled with dread.
I cannot write of silly things; that kids would like;
It was the little girl in me; I loved that witty tike.
Have I grown too old for her to stay and chat?
Is it something more complicated than just that?
Maybe she is playing hide and seek; I hope its true;
waiting for me to find her; she will shout out "boo!"
Then I'll hear her giggle; in that silly high pitched tone;
Oh my inner-child; please don't leave me all alone.
I know you've been neglected; especially of late;
But I promise to do better; we can negotiate.
Just come back home little girl; I am so very worried;
If feels so empty in my brain; where once you scurried.