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.
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There lives this child in me
Ever since
That’s why I cry
and don’t know why
Yes, that childhood stays for life
And It is the roots
of this my tree
which grows depending…
What type of tree will this be
if watered with tears?
So often the moss covers it all
Its flowers get wilted
And cannot breathe.
Its leaves might be evergreen
Or brown, or deciduous
Or maybe
None.
Its branches might be thick
Or thin
Or maybe
Too soft.
So weak anyone can tear them
And that end
might never blossom again
Instead, remain dry
as fragile as that child
Yes, that’s why I cry
and so often don’t know why
yes, it hurts so badly at times
That child
I can never leave behind.
22 comments:
I relate to this poem so much...
beautiful
We should never leave behind the child in us, Sweetest. Once we leave that inner child behind, we have abandoned all innocence. Our inner child keeps us real.
And... crying is good. There was a time in my life when I refused to cry. And it was the most painful time I ever experienced. Tears purge our souls... and we must let them flow.
If these two poems are the start of a new contemplative series... then Wow! I love when we pause... and think... and I so love to read your thoughts.
Warmest hugs to you, Sweetest!
Nevine
thank you
A profound and moving piece, dear Dulce. As Nevine said, we all have an inner child, a youth, an idealism, an innocence. We must cling to it and treasure it and never be afraid to be ourselves. This is such a beautiful poem, that touches all our souls, my favourite parts was,
"What type of tree will this be
if watered with tears?"
Four years ago I experienced to cry and not know why.
With help I found out why
And now I never cry
Unless for another
Or another's mother
Dulce, you are lately putting out here your inner thoughts, both long-standing and fleeting ones, sometimes private ones.
This is the place (your blog) where Peeps can read, will come to know you, support you and love you.
When I read Nevine's comments I feel that 'closeness which some bloggers have for one another. And these are beautiful--maybe even one reason why I also blog.
It has become from at first a prideful venue...to one of being helped and even being helpful.
I'd keep that child, whether 'inner' or 'outer', as you are now adult, mother, daughter, teacher, and lover of life!
Many HUGS from me,
Steve
We are forever who we were as children, and the pain we felt then feeds into everything we are now, too.
Everything changes. Everything stays the same.
Lovely.
I love your blues, I have told you before! Your poetry is so reflective and true!
Thanx for nice comment on my WabiSabi blog!
Agneta, the swedish one ;)
This is very good, and very true. I remember all the trees, the strong and the weak, and it’s the memory of childhood as we get older that keeps us sane, I think…
I cry a lot these days. I wonder whether it's the age??
The inner child is there, somewhere, hiding. Sometimes one has to look hard before finding.
I love the child within you, dear Dulce. That child makes you write verse as this one!
Have a splendid week ahead.
Joy always,
Susan
Your poem is so beautiful and the photograph speaks out of childhood. The whole is totally amazing and I am in awe of your ability to choose just the right words and to use them so effectively.
Thank you for continuing to pour out those inner feelings which speak into our souls.
what deep write dulce!
i can relate much to that child that often is so fragile and weak...but i guess it's good that we can never leave it behind cause being reminded of our vulnerability is not a bad thing..
i was a late bloomer myself...i was a rather fragile child for years...and the lions smelling weakness went for that kill...there are some aspects of childhood we should cling to...others not so much...
This peom is both fragile and strong. Beautifully done.
Wow! If the child I once was still remains in me... then you´ve just explained me why sometimes I cry like that.
But, you know? Thou I may not know you a lot, by what I can see and read of you, Im sure no matter how the roots of that three are, Im sure that the branches and the leaves and the flowers in it are beautiful, strong and worth existing.
:) Beautiful poem as always, Dulce.
beautiful post. When the snow falls. I will watch the flakes fall and remember winters in Detroit that promised after school snow ball fights and secret hiding forts..
Childhood.
That tree will grow strong, no matter what, because its roots, its foundations spring from the heart. This poem says so.
Listen always to the inner child and you will grow strong, since you are the tree, and the blossoms are your creations.
Great poetry with clear emotions.
that sweet sweet dear inner child who loves us so and wants never to wander away from us no matter the years in between - a beautifully moving portrait of her, dear dulce!
If everybody was more in touch with their inner-child the world would be a much better plce.
On the other hand, I did write this awhile back...
Some inner-children
Drink whiskey and smoke cigars
Old before their time
The child in us never goes away, but sometimes....You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves you too full to embrace the present. ............ Jan Glidewell
Great Post!
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I love these comments
It's amazing how we can all relate to this...Nothing so different 'tween you and me...
Love and hugs to you ALL!
♥ :)
There is such an inner brilliance that children have for life...just love this poem Dulce!! :-)
Is this the one you promised on my blog that you were going to write? As you know, I certainly relate to that crying inner child. I love the analogy to trees...because it all starts at the roots, doesn't it!
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