Wild Child

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Sit with me a while, won't you? Please, listen to my soul speak. You're here with me but sometimes I feel like I have lost you, your innocent veil has been shredded into pieces by the sharp and treacherous claws of all your past handlers.....Sit with me a moment, wild child...let us help each other find one another because we have both become lost to the world, not knowing where next to go.

 What happened to you along the way? Why have you turned so cold and bitter? Is it that man who knew you were too young yet he coveted your vulnerability leaving you to stitch the wounds that have only just now, stopped bleeding? Or is it the friendships along the way that dealt you bad cards, that twisted your mind and deceived you into thinking you're not good enough? Was because of the way your parents handled you, and reminded you that you were a burden that came to disrupt their lives?

 I don't care anymore. I want you back my child. I want to live again, to laugh again, to jump through the fields and pick flowers again. I want to smile and I want to play. This tough shell that you've given to me feels heavy and the weight, I can't bear to carry anymore.

 You're there, aren't you? You can hear me, can't you, wild child? Wouldn't you rather be free?
Together we can peel off the scarred layers, just like the lilies shed their leaves to reveal new, fresh, younger leaves.

 Take my hand, dear child and let us become one again, you within me and me within you...come forth my inner child, let me feel your presence, let me feel your love, let me feel your innocence. Sit right here with me and do not leave, wild child.

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