July 91, modified April 1997
by: raven shadowborne ©
Is this the loss of innocence?
Does it have to mean losing he childhood zest for life and fun?
Discovery of new things, now old with age
Cynicism, living on in the old
Being truly old is to lose all sense of imagination..
So I've been told.
Can one recapture youth?
Looking deep, deep within my soul
I see a small child quivering with fear
darkness all around
This child paralyzed with terror
affraid to move or open her eyes
affraid to hope for release from her pain
My hand reaches out
gently my fingers close over hers
this child, that once was me, her eyes look to mine
eyes filled with pain, terror and rage
I smile, my wisdom and strength, pass it to this child
gently, raise the child to her feet
my hand turns on the light
the room glows, the child cries
Slowly I take the child into my embrace
soothing, comforting, loving
Accepting the past, the part locked away
I bring it into the light and see
it is not to be feared
Accepting that which I was, melding it with that which I am..
Feeling, as that childish zest returns to my life
my eyes once more look upon the world wide with wonder at
the miracles I see
Finally I am whole as I was meant to be
and even more.
Knowing I have come full circle
surpassed even my own expectations
The past and the present finally joined
the wounds finally healed
the future bright
Can one recapture what they lost?
the answer is yes, so life has taught.