Once a child ~ [Original Poem]

Once a child,
Naive, innocent and pure
Dancing and twirling
Flipping and jumping
Screaming and running wild.
Curiosity came to visit every now and then,
As I wandered all alone, it seemed, in this big old world
Now looking back I know I had many guides.

Once a child, still a child, reflecting images
Of a God-sent beauty asking does it exist?
The line between now and then. And is it not,
A privileged joy to take a deep breath again and again.
As In the morning of my youth, my inner child I pray
That you will always be apart of me.

Once a child, always a child, unless I forget
And fall victim to coldness and despair.
Distracted by experience that becomes the mask I wear
But I remember still, the freshness of love and care
So rare, that blossomed from within unconditionally
Through the windows of my soul is born wisdom
And I am the embodiment of all the ages and phases of me.
by PoetRenSoul17 /M.S.Ren
Image by Sarah Kay

Image by Najwa Labban