By Gerald Donais
The silence of the morning has broken, I see her and feel her,
she sits quietly and motionless
against the wall of the dark room.
She begins to cry, and her sadness
fills my inner being. I hear her whisper,
"Please let me out, I will be good, I promise".
again I feel her plea, she continues
To cry quietly.
For she knows that no one else can hear her cries,
No one would understand,
No one else would even care.
How long has it been since she was
allowed out to play and allowed to be
the child she was supposed to be? I want
to set her free, allow her to be herself
again. watch her run thought the
open field of soft grass, allow her
to smell the fresh blooming flowers.
and most of all allow her to be free.
What would happen if I did set her free?
does it really matter what others may think?
the answers are not easy, nor are they
For you see that child is me. The inner
Child that still holds on, she knows
About the change, and what happened,
She feels all the pain,
but like a good child, she sits
there waiting for her moment of freedom.
Will she ever be set free? will
She ever comes out and play again?
As I speak back to her in thoughts, I feel
the tears fill my eyes. then I remember the
saying. "In God's time"
I see her sit back down against the cold walls,
Her face fills with sadness and she wipes the tears away again
She sits quietly waiting for me to set her free.
I feed her with my love for her, but she remains hungry
For something more, for Freedom