She was young and carefree
Clueless and naive
A glow always portrayed on her cheeks
Then she hit a time where she had to grow
They broke her soul like a window
Who was she?
I don’t know
The girl within, I miss her so
I’m left with pieces that I have to sow
Can you hear her cries?
I failed to shelter her
Her once beautiful joyful eyes
Now everything is left in a blur
Little girl, please come home
Nothing is the same without you
All I do now is roam
I’m stuck in a forever blue
All I ask is for her back
She really left a big wide crack
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- Comment from author about the poem: The search for my past self who was wounded by those around me.
- Category: Sad
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Growing up sure is tough when the inner child finds reality in today's life.
Hopefully the adult has struck back at the ones who wounded you.
couldn't say it any better than Paul Bell..
thanks for sharing
Tear-jerking! Seeing how much the little things etch themselves into the inner child and are unforgettable to a point where the inner child become damaged, it becomes hard to remember and feel the innocence once felt as a child, or the joy of oblivion. Such a touching piece!
You summed up changing really well. Wishing you were that person again.
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