Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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the child within

she calls me now
where once she hid,
so silent, frozen,
fearful of the
conjured menace,
dark paned windows,
staring blankly in.

I first returned
to grasp at shards
of understanding
dimmed by fear
and found instead
a small hand
needing mine,
and so we stood
together, unafraid.

there was a shift
from deep within,
the hard and inky dark
with the strength
of love’s reagent
into brightness,
the bond of trust
rewarding us
with grace.

connecting with one’s inner child can be life changing. It was for me.