inner child

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


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Emily B
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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Emily B

10 Years Ago

On his death, millions of folks felt cheated because Robin Williams always made them laugh. There we.. read more
Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

very astute observation, one that I actually did not pick up on until you mentioned it
paul

9 Years Ago

wow. amazing review.



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Just cause we grow old on the outside does not mean we can't stay young at heart… I know I still do things today that people would say is childish, to which I would retort, thank you for the compliment.

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Emily B

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Dale!
fabulous when we think that nursery rhymes hold such power over adulthood.
Wonderfully written my friend....dana

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The inner child is the best at hide and even better trained as ghost..this piece is very much what i am going through. .thank you very much for that soul plexus connection

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Ah...but I'm naming my baby after you...Emily Elaine...and she will be here in January.

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Emily B

10 Years Ago

Baby? Though, congratulations!!!!! And what a huge honor to share my name again
If we read these rhymes as a child, I think they remain a big part of our lives. I ofter do eensey weensey spider myself...

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Thank you, Emily. My soul needed this poem, given the early start, of my season of tears, this year.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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This is what I sing...along with the Spider and the cat and the fiddle! :) your never alone!

Dorothy Scarborough, 1925

Hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, little baby.
And when you wake, You shall have,
And all the pretty little horses
Dapples and Greys, Pintos, and Bays
All the pretty little horses
So hush-a-by, Don't you cry,
Go to sleep, little baby.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Superb write . The inner child really... don't we all need them to come out and play sometimes? Well penned.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Superb write . The inner child really... don't we all need them to come out and play sometimes? Well penned.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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