Sometimes
When I’m outside,
Away
From who sleeps
Inside,
Night air, comforting,
I escape myself
Duties, responsibilities,
What keeps me
Level. Grounded.
Pressure leaves,
And I remember
Moments
Where freckles grew.
Born out of carefree
And just doing.
I see her; me
And how life built
Who I am today.
I watch legs running,
Eyes watching
And a heart willing.
There’s laughter
Wonderment,
Even excitement
Within me.
I promise my heart,
As I exhale,
Return to reality,
These still live inside
The woman who
Gladly accepts
A challenge,
Of going it alone,
Even on nights
When it’s all so hard,
Because if I didn’t,
I wouldn’t recognize
Myself, or the wind
And how it holds me.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautiful
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You saying so means everything. A poem with this much reality often times is too real. Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Cake
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That inner child is your vulnerability and it is vulnerability that allows you to experience the world. The two halves of every complete adult. It’s the incomplete ones we have to worry about.
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I feel this vulnerability very much. I’m not afraid. I look forward to all things new. Thank you, Shari.
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We all carry the child within us, Audrey. If we’re lucky, we allow her to play and enjoy the wonders of our world … though we must remember to live in our adult selves and accept the responsibilities of that stage of life. ‘Tis a balancing act, my friend!
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A tender balance, Debbie. You explain this very well. Thank you..
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Explaining it and living it are two different things, ha! 😉
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My dear, that comes with everything!!
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Taking time out is supportive of measured furtherance.
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I’m grateful for you. Your explanation brings me comfort. Thank you
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“To rest from function, to function from rest”
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So good!
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Thank you. It’s a line from a much longer poem, and really just a bit of Taoism.
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Taoism..I don’t know near enough. So profound.
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Fortunately we have the internet to hand these days. 🙂
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I feel a balance here … of recognizing where you’ve come, and a preparation to meet what comes next.
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Yes, most assuredly. You’ve always done a fine job of reading me. Nice to see you, Gus. I hope all is well.
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Been busy, but a pretty good kind of busy. I hope you’re doing well, Auds.
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Sounds like the best sort of busy. I’m well, Gus.
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The trick is to honor excitement and wonder by feeding them every day. (I had to make the correct so the sentence made some semblance of sense)
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Thank you for the advice, John. A good idea. (Understand. ☺)
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🙂
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The trick is to honor excitement and wonder be feeding them every day.
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