Inner Child
in the deepest recesses of my heart lies an innocent child
filled with fear full of despair, afraid of the mile
he's been lied to decieved and misguided
and his fears and emotions he does hide it
he fears the world in all its iniquities
and the challice runneth over since the days of antiquity
the stoic progeny whom lies in the depths of my soul can only relfect the darkness that lingers within
for he has been the incumbent occupant the disembodied scholar of sorrow entrapped in a landscape of sin
but as my heart grows darker the image of the child fades into perdition
and the holistic journey of life becomes insuperable as the psyche finds itself in a catankerous battle of subconscious submissions
the will of the inner child manifests his cries through the conscious corridors of the mind
and the release of emotions that hindered the heart flow like sweet nectar from a bottle of wine
we forgive others to forgive ourselves
so that the hinderance that was placed on our shoulders is now placed on the shelves
as the darkness of the heart is exposed to the light
the child that once feared the dark is no longer a creature of the night
for only the shepard calls to his sheep
one out of ninety nine the spotless the meek
redeemed is the child who suffers the path
saved is the soul who is warned of the wrath
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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