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How grown- up can disconnect children from their spirituality
SPIRITUALLY INTERRUPTED.

I CAME TO EARTH WITH 
EVERYTHING IN TACT.
I was happy curious and 
with rapid anxiety.
couldn't wait to bring the 
good news from the place
where I had just come from,
To my new home here on earth.

It was just an
overwhelming understanding.
that I had,Wanted badly
to share the joy as I arrived
I studied my mothers face.
She was beautiful !
I saw no father.

As I knew what a
mirror was immediately.
The science of images 
and reflections innate. 
many secrets held in my D.N.A..
and I was well pleased.
Delight and light 
surrounded me then.
Everything was good.

Somehow my
senses were acute;
Bees-Butterflies,dandelions.
praying mantis
even earthworms-
were my playmates.
Mud pies and the smell of dirt. 
Everything was intact 
when I came to earth.

Seemed like a lovely place.
Riding my tricycle-
was quite like the freedom
I had known in my other home.

Then hooverd a cloud over me.
a dreary cloud, 
Tears were streaming
I heard mommy crying.
She was only a child 
I tried to make her 
smile again. I wanted to know
but, she cried even more.
I tasted anguish for 
the first time that day.

I was spiritually interrupted
afraid, insecure, and confused
confounded by the blanks and the
sudden disconnection,  
I built up a wall;
The wall protected me 
from the cacophony
of loud ,big people shouting.
I retreated into my safe world.

Grown-ups they annoyed me
All of them ( The big People )
They were different,
I vowed to never forget my original self.
I vowed that I would always 
hold on to my Spiritual soul. 
Years passed and I gathered 
more of their distorted truth's 
I wanted to enjoy the
body I was placed in. 

The body I had 
before the distractions of curves..
Before the mind noise.
Before the blood that 
caused me distress
I could hardly hear 
my inner-voice.
I prayed to my inner God.
Too much to know-
Too much too soon.
My innocence melted 
like a snowball in a furnace.

The lust of the big people 
no longer allowed 
me the freedom childhood. 
Now jaded with the 
burden of womanhood
and my childhood was arrested..
My spirit was abruptly interrupted. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 3/25/2014 10:45:00 PM
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Date: 1/22/2014 6:40:00 PM
OK!!! another instant favorite here. man o man i like this.
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Vicki Acquah
Date: 1/31/2014 3:03:00 AM
GIVE THANKS I AM VERY EXCITED TO READ YOUR POETRY AS I FIND WE USUALLY ATTRACT WHAT WE LIKE. THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.
Date: 12/1/2013 5:23:00 AM
I am so happy to be the first to comment my dearest spiritual friend! You see, we have always to keep in mind that the lips of wisdom should always speak to the ears of understanding otherwise the message is lost and we find ourselves alone in the sense of this world. I have written a geat number of poems to that beautiful spirit of yours and you may search some as CREATION, REINCARNATION, DEATH MY LIBERATOR and many more! Your poem is an exceptional one but few can understand! BRAVO!
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