Questions for the Inner Child
Author's Note: This poem is born out of some therapy that I did this past month where we visualized our "inner child" in its natural environment. Unsurprisingly, my "inner child" was, to my mind's eye, surrounded by the verdant greens and summer hues of suburban Richmond, Virginia. I encourage you to check out one of my more recent blog posts to get a sense of how I relate to the natural world, and in the meantime, enjoy my latest work, taking the form of a series of questions to this metaphorical young one within. In case you're wondering, this conversation goes back in time, starting from my more recent memories and ending from a time quite a long time ago, in my estimation. Oh child, why wander? Why doubt the intentions of your Creator? Why suffer under the yoke of your own words? Did you forget the cool breeze outside, The warmth in her eyes, And the laughs shared at that place down the street? Did you forget the stories you used to tell