the inner child

insecure…
naïve…
distant…
guilt…
cold..
as a child
i am a sensitive observer but quiet
in my shyness i kept my little secret
i am not aware of anger, regrets
nor indifference then
in time a confused guilt grew
my young reason does not know
of my prejudice
and was restricted
to dress in exuberance
which often is a non-verbal language
of an innocent child
i lost the spontaneity and candidness
which connects the child
with the dragonflies
the space was wide
and open spaces
welcoming
as i chase the flight
of grasshoppers
armed with a slipper in one hand
i hop from one place to the other
to catch a green hopper
i come to realize
it was a way of the universe
communicating with a child like me
that childhood
was a way to open one’s heart
to the joy and enchantment of the world around
it is the spirit
that free the mind
with the power of
innocence