I can feel the whisper
of my past self.
Still with me: fresh.
Warm, barefoot days.
Cops and robbers
in the playhouse.
"Stay a child,” says the whisper,
like a summer breeze
combing through my hair.
Stay young; unfettered.
That is the answer.
Seek joy. Play. Imagine.
Stop fretting.
You are a child.
I come from abundant love; blessed. Yet, innocence is lost. Growing up is a brutal entrance into reality. Cruelty, anxiety, defeat. Emergence from my warm shell of childhood, naive and wandering, has been an unyielding challenge. But I do love a challenge. So here I am on this journey; searching. Searching for reconciliation. Trying to discover how a memory can take me back to a state of bliss, and questioning whether that was reality or perception. I don’t have the answer to how the mind works or how all the pieces of life are connected, but I do believe the search for understanding is worth the toil.