open to what’s
next,
loving like a
child,
life’s not as you
warned,
i recall feelings..
not facts that drag
me back
into questioning
intentions.
inner child
i drown my hands in
childhood streams-
to feel water cleanse
the guilt and
regret,
then splash it on
my face,
to remind me
i’m not
dead.
where may i
find fun?
how will i know when
i’m young
again?
will i go to
bed hungry?
won’t you draw
my bath?
i hear the footsteps
and know a
hug is
near
and there’s nothing
real to fear.
hands in the garden 
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