Now comes the half-begger,
the inner child,
demanding and screaming out hurt and rage.
Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I just want.
No, that’s not fair, stop it, that hurts, I just want.
A little more, a little longer, a little less,
someone else to do it, someone to help,
everyone to go away.
Now comes the half-begger,
the inner child,
fearful and hungry and alone and surrounded,
confused and overwhelmed,
feeling drowned or buried or battered by noise.
Now comes the half-begger,
the inner child,
that those around us all-too-often teach needs to be buried.
Mere self-indulgence, as if it is shameful to indulge in the self.
I just want, says the half-begger.
Just a few more minutes in comfort.
Just another smile from someone beloved.
Just another treat.
Just a few more minutes of rest.
Just a break from the pain, or a little less pain.
Now comes the half-begger,
inner child, inner self,
and I have nothing to give.

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