inner child
A Poem by Emily B
I find myself in odd moments repeating a nursery rhyme out of the blue complete with the hand movements Crazy, you say for a 41 year old woman to be singing about a rained on spider without a small child anywhere near? I was starting to think so. But then I realized that it has been a season of spirit drenching rain. One catastrophe biting at the tail of the next. So my inner child came out to play. Smile, she said. the sky is blue, she said. The rain brings new life, she said. . . . and the eensy weensy spider went up the spout again
© 2014 Emily B
Author's Note
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just glad the words are finally raining
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there is a belief in shamanism, that great trauma or hurt causes a piece of us, in the form of a lost child, to run away and hide where it is safe (or sometimes, these pieces). It is believed that it protects at least part of us from the worst of the pain. The problem is that when we hide from pain, we hide from joy as well. Their reappearance in our lives, it is believed, tell us when we are healing.
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10 Years Ago
Found out on Saturday that my mother has planned her wedding for next Wednesday. She thought it was .. read moreFound out on Saturday that my mother has planned her wedding for next Wednesday. She thought it was a pretty good joke that i could give her away. I should be superwoman by now if what doesn't kill us really makes us stronger
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10 Years Ago
good lord. if it makes you feel better, my own mother once eloped with a man I detested. they passed.. read moregood lord. if it makes you feel better, my own mother once eloped with a man I detested. they passed by my house, thought of inviting me, then decided to go snowshoeing instead.
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10 Years Ago
That makes 2 of us. I didn't detest the man, but I didn't love him either, and they did elope withou.. read moreThat makes 2 of us. I didn't detest the man, but I didn't love him either, and they did elope without inviting me.
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10 Years Ago
gotta love it...
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10 Years Ago
Always fodder for poems
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10 Years Ago
I'm thinking bigger. Like, novel sized
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10 Years Ago
My husband brought home dead poets society today because i was huddled on the couch sick, hadn't see.. read moreMy husband brought home dead poets society today because i was huddled on the couch sick, hadn't seen it in years and years
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oh what a great movie! I had a copy of it in Connecticut, maong my modest collection of great movies.. read moreoh what a great movie! I had a copy of it in Connecticut, maong my modest collection of great movies pickes up in bargain bins over the years.
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10 Years Ago
On his death, millions of folks felt cheated because Robin Williams always made them laugh. There we.. read moreOn his death, millions of folks felt cheated because Robin Williams always made them laugh. There were a number of movies with a substantial and meaningful message, i wondered how they never noticed especially when manye of those dealt with suicide directly
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10 Years Ago
very astute observation, one that I actually did not pick up on until you mentioned it
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9 Years Ago
wow. amazing review.
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9 Years Ago
spiders can be very mean
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10 Years Ago
Thank you so very much!!!
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Added on October 9, 2014
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Author
Emily BRichmond, KY
About
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..
Writing
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