I loved blanket forts as a child
I would live in a blanket fort
For as long as I could get away with it
Inside was my temple
Soft, dark, warm and safe
Outside was an adventure
Sometimes the real world
More often, though, anything else
Other worlds filled with
Villains and friends
Hazards and wonders
Mischief and magic
Infinite possibilities
Stood beyond my blanket walls
My plush sanctuary
Existing in two places at once
A world within the world
Transporting away from and rooting me to
Home
-gws
"Disobedient children don't live half of their days." I can hear your voice reciting this sentiment Did you ever consider how scary that sounds to a child I know it was meant to scare But was it meant to scar This turn of phrase left me so confused So convinced that I’d never see adulthood I know you meant no harm You carried forward what you learned Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep brought no comfort For what does a child know of life and death The memory of that oft said phrase The memory of that terrible prayer Still haunt my inner child Rock-a-bye Baby always made me sad for the baby Why was the baby on a treetop A baby falling from a broken tree bough Is hardly a comforting lullaby I did not carry these things forward I staunchly refused I surrendered the nightmares of these things to the ether and to time And celebrate every day that this disobedient child is still here - gws
Do you see me? I’m here! Over here! Please look my way. Right now, if you will. I need to be seen. Am I loud enough? Am I bouncy enough? Am I doing enough to draw you into me? I need to be reminded I am important to someone. To you. Right now. My inner child is screaming for recognition. Just acknowledge me and I promise I will relax. That feels good. Thank you. Wait. How about a little more? Wait, don’t go back to what you were doing. I still crave your attention. I still am desperate for validation. I still need. I still need. I still need… -gws
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