Ghosts of the Child within

making peace within

We each have a small child

A happy or shattered history

Deep deep within our soul

Stop running, time to defy

 

Its time to face stark reality

Ghosts, ripping at your spirit

Voices harrowing the mind

That song, smell or ambience

 

How can you be at your best?

When you are fighting within

Memories, its time to let go

Stop blaming yourself, it’s been

 

No matter what wall you erect

How well you embellish the outer

Inside the torment spasms

Let’s fight the demon that’s inner.

 

The roar of the old lion

You find he can’t masticate

His roar is much bigger

The bite not much fate

 

Reviews

[poetdweller]

its beautifully written... its how i feel sometimes so i think it explains the emotion and experience quite beautifully