Thoughts of My Inner Child
Where has your mind gone, mirror man?
Can I call you my creator or my craft?
Your gaze awaited my unman.
Yesterday's raft is today's raft.
I can't find you any longer.
"Do you likewise?" a youngster asked.
His heart would glisten at the center.
What couldn't mumble satisfied?
I'm guessing cries are powerful.
As a result, I was running in a haze.
My ultimate goal is to be a fire fuel.
The child's goal was to blaze.
A runaway child leaves his imprint.
The wrapped double braid is stunning.
Shrunk and bark in a couple of rate.
Were these his etheric dropping?
The windswept over his sight
His earthy eyes betray his naivety
His genuine condition has blight.
Even when he was quiet, he had a glee.
I can feel myself collapsing to the floor.
No man in the mirror in my universe.
I have a child within my spoor.
I sobbed and hugged; it's getting worse.
I was suffocated by his adoration.
Until I had the option to cry or shed a tear.
I'm 54 years and have only discovered the sun.
I was always lurking, waiting for you to veer.
Written: September 6, 2021
Your Inner Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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