I Fetched
I fetched
the old mirror
and looked at it again
and I did not see a man
instead I saw that little boy
I saw the boy who ran his kite
amazed as it soared in the sky
I saw memories of a life once lived
there is a sense of innocence etched
on the face looking back at me, in the eyes of that little boy
mama, when I am reborn,let me live the life of that little boy
away from the persecution of innocence, away from terror
Copyright © Dollin Holt | Year Posted 2018
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