(c)Copyright 2004

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

even accessible.

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