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Years Of Innocence

On years of innocence I reminisce
On how lost in my mind I was as a child
I played a lot, and had some fun
But my inner world was such a treat
I retreated there when I felt defeat
I was too thin-skinned to cope for long
So I created places kind and mild
To unwind, unravel and come undone
I imagined being an adult, such magical beings
They could come and go, and do as they please
Unburdened, unworried about being punished
Or the punching bag for grow-ups woes
They could curse and swear with not a care
While your poor soul trembled in fear
Such adults I strive not to be
They are scary and frightening
Unevolved beings
Who kept me lost in my inner world
To retreat and escape their screams
Now looking back, they weren’t years of innocence
Just a lost child with dreams of escape

Author:

Meek purple flower Blessed by Sun and Rain shower Now has Star power

24 thoughts on “Years Of Innocence

  1. The inner world is something I think we need to nurture and cherish, something that should not be left behind with childhood. We too easily discard our imaginations as children with some idea of correctness and in so doing I think we neglect so much creativity and joy that our other world can bring to us.

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    1. Very true. The inner world is my sanctuary, and has always been a place of joy and comfort. I’m exploring that world again though I never fully felt it behind. In my childhood that world was very vivid. I felt I could really fly. Thanks for stopping by and sharing David.

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