NaPoWriMo...and beyond... Prosey poetry and free verse. Unapologetically real recovery. My words, my life, my experience.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Within
The inner child
flying freely
rejoicing
freed from the
prison of dysfunction
that was my mind,
lately a garden of joy
dancing around the
light of blinding self-love
attracted to unfolding identity
moth like, compulsive, tireless.
But even she eventually
wears down
must rest and recharge
the intoxicating abandon
of being our true self.
(Written for "Magpie Tales" prompt, 9-22-13, Mag 87.)
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It is important to keep our inner child alive and vibrant..
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