Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Andrew Wyeth
© Andrew Wyeth
The Child
~By Babel
I looked inside myself;
A long, hard look that that perceived
The core of my being, hidden by the outer layers that I had
cloaked myself with.I found a frightened child.
Afraid, lonely . . . lacking expression,
Or meaning,
Or joy.I reeled from shock, confident as I was
In my self, my being,
My character which had been, as I thought, set in stone.
In my quest to protect myself from the world,
To keep others away from my soul,
I had succeeded only too well -
And I had left myself, muted and impotent,
Locked inside a worthless shell.It is time for the child to be set free.
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