NEVER GIVE UP LITTLE GIRL by Christina O'Rourke

My other self is the little girl inside,

Insistent to take the scary ride, 

She will not stop till she's had her say 

Though l try to banish her she won't go away.

I push her down so she screams and shouts,

My child in here is raging to get out.

She won't let rest the weary me,

Cartwheels and handstands in mocking glee.

A little red brat with tightened fists,

So l tie her up and bind her wrists,

Reduce her size is that which l desire,

My adult versus her destructive fire.

This wild young thing is angry and free,

Unafraid of the world or the rightful me.

They say to integrate l have to face, 

This little girl who needs my embrace. 

She has a torn dress and wide staring eyes

And wilfully ignores my pleading cries.

No reason to be had with the innocent self 

She relentlessly pushes with emotional stealth. 

The child roams free in the void below

Bursting forth for a bloody show.

If l take her hand and let her be 

Perhaps then l can truly be free. 

Strange to wonder if she got out from inside 

Could mean the world knowing what l really have to hide.

She's behind my body blocked from view 

l stand firm so she can't break through.

A bounty to pay for control of the girl 

Swinging from a rigid self to a black sucking swirl. 

I remain frozen here till she's had her say 

Until she's free it's the price I pay.

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