Secret journeys

I have found once more

The inner child of my soul

That I had believed was lost

So many moons ago

I look upon my mirror

And see the reflections

Of my youth

Surrounded by the halo

Of her free spirit

Where did she really go?

Did she ever leave at all?

Was I really so different then?

Was she?

The halo, I still grasp within

Though faded might be the glow

That like my dreams

I will never let go

Still I travel

Upon the complex network

Of life itself

Willing me to reach for more

Just like the woman/child

That I still hold inside

 

And now

Sits the woman

That she became

Still many miles away

Upon her secret journeys

Drifting from one

Destiny to another

Still hoping to find the right one

Holding on to her dreams

As if they were made of glass

No tenderness too great

To save them slipping

From her grasp

 

And what of the dreams

She so blindly carries?

Do they still bear the same values

As before?

Or did they like her

Also grow?

 

Sharon Carter-Wray

 

(26th November 1992)

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