The Child Inside Me

the child inside me

playful, nervous, and uncertain

yearns

for the love

never received

back then

he marvels at things

like bridges

and trains

still needing play

the child inside me

struggles to connect

with all the grownups

who lost their light

as they grew taller

and

successful

and

responsible

and

boring

the child inside me

marvels at who I have become

gifted

in the use of

smoke and mirrors

with an iron will

to live

to love

those close

the child inside me

forever unfinished

is never

undone

15 thoughts on “The Child Inside Me

  1. Thanks for subscribing to Bold Conversations. It gave me the opportunity to visit here and read your insightful poem. Thanks. ~ Alicia

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  2. Forever unfinished ………..

    though sometimes undone …..

    ….. and still marveling ……… with tears in my eyes

    Thank you, I am touched, I’m so glad I came here.

    John

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