
In a tight space
I look to you
But your face is turned away
It is as it must be
I am an adult now
Even if the child within me cries out more and more of her pain
Lately
It is I who must listen to her cries
No one is coming to save her
There are times I touch base with this deep love for her
Lately
I sense her very close to me
A star from the heavens
That turned it’s heart into a stone
Weeping all alone over something others could not seem to see
They then turned their backs on me
In scorn
Its okay
I have to bear it
This coming awake must be done
Internally
Only we can set ourselves free
Others will come when we become truer to our child
And find the power to encompass her
For she is the soul in us
The very depth
The root of the root
The living proof that our true essence
Is celestial
And it is this soul that has the true power
To sing us home
I think we all need singing home.
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We do.. somehow singing relieves all the lostness and pressure..
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you 🦋
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