This week’s writing challenge is a poem. Not a good fit for me. I blog about parenting challenges, childhood mental illness . . . . there’s no Roses Are Red in that.
Or maybe there is.
Here’s my take on childhood mental illness presented in as much poetic format as I could manage. I’ve developed a new respect for WordPress blogging poets who wrangle with formating features on an ongoing basis. My hat’s off to you.
The Golden Child Sparkling child so full of promise, Wherever did you go? Do you hide beneath the lily Waiting to surprise? I lift the leaves prepared to start As you spring blithely forward. No hand find I to clasp in mine And show me toward the future. ~ Radiant child once full of love Why hidest you so long? Hear you not the blue bird singing As sunshine warms your face? Old things are left behind, Outgrown but not replaced; Leaving cobwebs in the places That used to give you reason. ~ Reclusive child once full of questions, Queries beyond your age. Where is the passion of your search For keys and magic doors? Hinges rust and creek On doors that lead to knowledge; Well greased are portals that devour And strip away the nymph. ~ Street child beguiled By legions of deceit That lure you into secrets And darkness in their lair Seek strength and wisdom from the light And power not your own. Hope and Peace are calling you. Turn not a deafened ear. ~ Saddened child once full of joy That cascades onto others, Your swirling ribbons and gifts of paper Brought smiles amid the wrinkles. So many blessed by little gestures You seem to think unnoticed Now sit in prisons, hands extended, Hoping to catch your glitter. ~ Half child and half adult Caught in tentacles of self reproach Flailing against yourself To quash your gilded hue. Fear not refining fire That purifies -- renews. Remember, child, from whence you sparkled: Your heart is solid gold. ©Sandra Lafferty 2013