children
and philosophers
wonder at the wonder of the world
children
and writers
imagine all the what-ifs
children
and actors
inhabit others’ stories
children
and tinkerers
mess around with physical objects
to see what can be done
i don’t think that it is only one kind of person
or profession that
keeps the “play” alive
from childhood
the key is simply to find a way
to keep your own childhood loves
going and going and going
so you never
lose them
maybe
one upon a time
i was happy
i was healed
i was a child without trauma
but now
i gotta
know it
own it
be it
and maybe work towards
getting back to the child we all
once were
[but why
can i not
think of children
without thinking of
every
single
child
killed by israel]
[i really can’t think of anything anymore
without finding a parallel
to the tragedy
in Palestine]
find your home place
of bookish nerd
and weirdo theatre kid
don’t shy away from folks
who don’t see you
as the 9-year-old you are
but show them
instead
how to connect with their own inner child
they may have forgotten
or abandoned
long ago
write fast
low batt
oh no
your little arms are shaking
quaking in your shoeless boots
how long till the computer shuts down
could be two seconds
could be ten minutes
who knows
who knows
~~~
is my writing any good?
i ask in a poem
no one
will probably ever see
but me
~~~
the feels
are getting to me–
the random flashes of memory,
the stop-me-in-my-tracks because
a song reminds me of
a random day i had once
so so long ago
but it won’t leave my head–
why can’t i move on?
be the person i want to be?
connect with the child i used to be
without this inner teen crashing the party
every time i try to heal?
(i know,
i know,
it’s because i need to heal
the adolescent
as well)
chocolate for breakfast
not because it’s a special occasion
or any reason really
but because we are adults
and we get to make adult decisions
and because we are healing our inner children
so chocolate for breakfast
is sometimes what the healing child
needs.
kipventures 