Inner Child
Imagine feeling helpless, defenseless and alone.
Imagine behind each door new terrors of the unknown.
Imagine looking forward to the coming years ahead,
With secret, silent brooding and paralyzing dread.
My Inner Child has not recovered from pain buried deep inside,
She refuses even glimpses of the past we must forever hide.
More often now, I search my mirrored aging face
For signs of her once bright and open blue-grey gaze.
Deep wonder in a sea of secrets, where sleeps the child I use to be?
Grieving moments of lost innocence are also known to me.
Life could have been so different; could have be sublime,
Would have been loving, filled with joy but now is lost to time.
But interject a smile; a hand held out in love, not lust
And the warmth of acceptance, security and trust.
Chase away the demons, the terror and the night.
Let love bring out the brilliance of one small soul's hidden light.
Praise creativity, deep intelligence, sweet wonder for life's gifts;
Fill that mind with goodness, and freedom for the heart it lifts.
Chase away the demons, the terror, and the night.
Let love bring out the brilliance of one small soul's hidden light.
Copyright © Chula Fleming | Year Posted 2017
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