To Be Alive Again Within My Inner Child-
Adult hood usually in this these awesome times
I change I relate to my younger state
My playful morph my gentle glaze
Hungry eating soup and brine
Creativity with dirt and clay
Outside all day, I’d play
A sore loser angered
Accompanied by being short, hurt with fear
And dander
Yes, mine inner self it’s clear
I just want to eat candy and read comic books
Play basketball and other sports
still so be acting out the pain suffered by my inner child
just rippin and runnin and being wild
Yet alas I'm now an adult If I could talk to my inner self
I relive the day with renewed breath?
9/3/21/ 2021©
For Your Inner Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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