Poem: Hidden in childhood

you become…

somewhere between ploughing the fields

with bare hands and feet

climbing rocks and trees

because daylight demands

to be soaked into your skin

 

you become…

somewhere between wishful thinking

and dreaming of your hearts desires

music taking you to new heights

bathing in the lake of your imagination

do you notice what you gain and what you lose?

 

you become…

a stranger to the child you once were

so distant and cold, not at all innocent

yet you keep returning back to childhood

as a magnet, hidden in those days is a story

of how your personality unfolded

 

you become…

yourself, somewhere on the path

like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly

                you find your voice 

© Natašek