This Child

October 2023, London, UK

For years this child has listened
Bowing to the expectation of others
Learning to jump through hoops 
To earn his right to feel ok

Because what if this child
Might one day grow up
To be seen by others
As Less than

So this child remembers
What he should and should not do
Forever flinching from his wounds
Fear, Guilt and Loneliness

They are worthy
But this child is not 
They are whole
But this child is not
They are enough
But this child is not

He buries himself in ideas, strategies
Clever ways to keep appearances
Subtle attempts to avoid being seen
As Less than

Yet it is this very act
This attempt to please the others
That makes this child see himself
As Less than

There is no end to this vicious cycle. 
Until 
I decide there is.

I, the watcher of this child
Have the power to ask

Why not this child? 

Is this child not a child of the cosmos?
Must he be confined to a life
Of mental slavery, begging for scraps?
Can he not stand as the one true King
Of his own being?

I asked God to bless this child and free him.

But God replied

This blessing must come from you. 

Bless yourself by realising you are the presence 

Of divinity in your own life

I sat back and asked myself, After all this

Who is withholding love from this child?

Who, if not I?

Who, if not you?