The life unlived
I’m afraid of the life unlived
The child inside me who hollers at echoes
And sits cross-legged, to wait.
My time gets short
And I want to rest, to listen,
But the child inside me who runs in circles, and plays with his paints,
Won’t rest.
My body doesn’t work
And I want to laugh, and others laugh with me,
And the child inside me who laughs at everything and everyone,
Knows that I’m lonely,
Knows that you’re lonely,
Knows his God, our truth,
And wants, so badly wants, to laugh with you.