little child

the world has grown around you

paths once travelled

and

forbidden by starlight

now

lay forgotten

cement covered

carrying so many

so far

and yet you freeze at the stop signs

never tasting the broth

must you be lost

always

searching for yesterday’s joys

in a world

that

grows old softly

and

will you always

choose not to choose

or

refuse to choose to choose

when

all that is in you is gently urging

the choice is yours

and

those sad eyes you own

represent the today you wish

so thoroughly

even

the sun must strain

to remove the stain

yet you run past those that are yours

and

try to build

castles in your mind

only to find

you can’t escape the dungeon

and forever seems to be in your past

with no hope for the future

and you left the safety of your castle

when the emperor was naked

had you forgotten

we arrive bare

so much to bear

it isn’t fair

you try to care

so hard to share

everyone wants to be a player

but to win

you must compete

be complete

or face

the facts etched in your heart

nothing can hide

without the start

yet

there you were

fighting battles no one can win

little child

little child

we camped together

in the midst of plastic trees

a fire for the freeze

and

you nestled in beside us

but

never understood us

or the different faces we had to paint

to deal with the saint

no

you were still struggling

with your secrets

we all shared

and

it was so easy to find solutions

during our vacation

from reality

and

so quickly you ignored

the safety of the cellar

while torpedos ripped through your being

and while lightbulbs shattered

you chose to enjoy

plastic flowers and dime store perfume

without giving seeds you planted

a chance

never wanting to accept the rain

and finding yourself in the gloom

in the crowded room

with no one to touch you

little child

little child

the dreams give you strength

jonah needs no company

in the belly of the whale

there is no honor lost

in peanut butter wars

there is much to enjoy

beyond

the sunset of your fears

in the days that make your years

wash your pain with your tears

and

see that illusions of better ways

are the workings of your mind

straining

to protect you from self destruction

and

then we found you

melting in our fire

plastic faces dripping from a fragile frame

and you trembled

never quite comprehending

the way that you are

how you got so far

and

we had to send you into battle

because we had fought the war

discovering no one wins battles

you only taste

your opponents defeat

blood letting

always forgetting

little child

little child

go in peace

without hesitation

and

should you falter

gain strength from your numbers

we only ask that you share

your acorns

forgetting the plenty of the oak trees

without the fear of the forest

continue to plant

the seeds of tomorrow

and

someday

let us all

rejoice in the harvest

and

celebrate

the essence of you

and

all you’ve become

little child