It took the gifts of a child prodigy to shatter the rock-hard seed imprisoning the child in me.
I emerge slowly blinking away the darkened ooze hiding me as the sunlight once more tickles my soul.
I run the flower meadows of forgotten dreams, breathless.
I charge forth a mariner sailing the wave of God remembered.
My inner child is a whimsically divine floating prism of rainbow color. She light and fairy free is no longer fettered by ivy vine illusions strangling life’s energy like a vagabond.
I, relieved, shed the cloak back to the real of me,
I am once more a child.
I am whimsically divine.