The Child

The Child

Within myself there is a child.

Within the child, an eruption of emotion.

Rocking to and fro, to and fro, holding

myself as I go.

There’s a sadness, a disbelief as I reach

down inside…….

 

For within myself there is a child.

One that is frightened and overcome.

Is it okay, I don’t know to feel like this, cos I have a secret all my own?

It seems it’s been there for such a long,

long time………

 

For within myself there is a child.

Sometimes I get so sad and tired.

The need for love, trust and warmth

overwhelming.

I can trust but no one , so time after time

I turn…………

 

Within myself to the CHILD.