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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

inner child



the memories nag and chafe
at my core -
crippled,
I fight full surrender
night 
and day, and
night: the young girl stands 
naked before me 
in my wakeful dreams

alone and cold, she already knows
not to wait on a warm blanket;
she's always known the world
is a cold, cold place;
knows nothing of soft spots
on which to land her tired mind,
signs of strain visible
in her blueberry eyes

            relief, release
is what she wants, and here I am
four decades later, asking
would you like a ginger tea?
while my lips attempt soft words
that hang hopelessly,
helplessly.

2 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

Enjoyed, completely…. A wonderful look inside…

Marjolaine Hébert said...

thanks...