Life With Horace

poetry & essays

the child within

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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
shape-changing
with the strength
of love’s reagent
into brightness,
the bond of trust
rewarding us
with grace.

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

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

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