Children don’t ruminate Adults dwell little ones Know deep inside Wrong from right From when they’re born While young, anguish matures excavates their inner child Lay it bare and let it Evaporate breath by breath Until it forgets to play to trust the gut and have fun again Wisdom comes, in later age When all the musts and don’ts Are mist collected into good wine You scratch your head. Wonder how you drew and made things from clay, from nothing Imaginary real worlds. These worries never stop dear child They grow like mould And multiply. Believe to trust yourself, your thoughts Are more important. And all you’ve got. Make them good. You’ve got it good. The mum yelling is out of hand Is out of love It’s out you go to let things hang. The doll playing is breaking moulds Which confine and constrict They’re there for others to fit around you Loneliness and shyness exist because you question How can a little sister be The one to create something better and new? You’ve got it good Playing and swimming in the lake One thing Sunday schools won’t teach How to be proud in your own skin. Your ideas bloom When time is right The winds blow warmer You’ve got it good. You are strong Live in the shadows of another Till a moment when you’ll spread Wings secretly grown. This is a poem request for @Karen Kenworthy who requested a poem for the inner child with the following brief. "Anguish excavate" and while there was some further comments I composed this piece. Her brief was intricate so I ended up starting two different poems. I moved some stanzas around and rewrote them and removed a couple of others. I think it is time to share it now. There is a follow up task for Karen now. She knows what to do it’s all in the original post where you also can request a poem in this month’s poem giveaway. All poems are written with you in mind.
As a child things happen that we forget but they still influence us in our adult lives and without realising change and affect relationships and how we live our lives. It’s never wrong to speak to that inner child hiding inside of you. I’m grateful for Karen for choosing this theme and thank you for trusting me with your inner child. But also, Karen thank you for gifting me with a poem! You can find it in the comments of the original poetry giveaway for April.
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Thank you for restacking KM!
"One thing Sunday schools won’t teach/How to be proud in your own skin."
You got me there!