It’s easy, you see.

To call forth,
And bring to the surface
parts of me that I hold close and cherish.

My inner child, I hold her hand. Daily.
“It’s going to be okay”.
I say, to that breath full beauty of a budding poet.
An emerging friend of everyone.

It’s easy, you see.
For I’m more her than the
Grown women that I’m “supposed” to be.

I’m…read more