Inner Child

Sometimes my voice gets big. Bigger than them, bigger than me.

And it towers and it calls out my name when it had been only been spoken some thousand times and it invokes her and commands, “SPEAK”.

And I stand, bewildered by the power in that child.

She moves through me, tying lose ends, pruning dead leaves, watering…

and always asking for the same thing,

don’t bury me.

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