Like an internal grind-stone;
My ring of fire.
I dance alone with shame;
As well, with desire.
I’m a reflection of strife,
Of pain, and found joy.
But, inside I pace.
As I’m protecting a boy.
Long ago wounded
He still calls out.
When I forget about him…
That’s when he’ll shout.
My inner-child
Was left behind.
As I grew up,
He’s served to remind;
“Guard yourself”.
“Loss will come”
“My Dad didn’t care
That I was his son”.
“Everyone’s selfish”.
“We’re all alone”.
“Come hide with me”.
“We’re not really grown”.
NOT FOR RANT 