A VERY LONG GAME OF LOST & FOUND
He isn’t angry any more
Like he almost always was before.
He wasn’t ready to feel the hurt,
He ran and hid and closed the door
For he was just a little boy
Who felt unsafe and lost his joy.
He isn’t hiding anymore,
He’s picked himself up off the floor,
His heart is open,
Raw and sore,
His winged grief
Is free to soar.
He cries now at a drop of affection,
An ounce of attention,
Lost and alone for
Oh so long,
His truer voice now
Sings his song.
It doesn’t matter
How long he’s been gone,
What matters now
Is that he’s coming out strong
To grieve and play
To love and to learn
How to breath and embrace
All the life
For which he’s yearned.
8/2/15
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