At a crossroads
Can feel the push and shove
Like when small in big school trying to make it on the bus
Fear is speaking so many things
Will you grow horns or divine wings
Looking back to you on your own
Thoughts inside you felt alone
Seeing and feeling all around
The want to mute to run and hide
Never was a free being child
Worry was my tone
Never comfortable to turn the light out
Even in the home
It wasn't the dark that scared me
It was what I may hear and sight that put me into fright
Was that natural for a little mite
I do recall senses of insight to do this or not do that inner calling that could save life
Spirit in the past took care of that
I wonder how could it all be bad
Only my own thoughtless devices ever acted out
When I connect in and up there is so much love
The child is scared right now she needs a hug