There’s A Child I Know

Ready for School

There’s a child that lives just under my skin

Who refuses to come out until I’ve settled some things

Let go of others, learn to breathe.

He only comes out when threatened or pleased

And is quick to decide whom he won’t play with.

His temper is short–the length of a smile exchanged

Between two strangers who briefly meet.

Everything’s a reminder of the playtime he’ll one day enjoy

When he learns to be good.

There’s a child living between my desires and my need,

Thirsting for acceptance and comfort

–my embrace he awaits.

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