⊹ ₊ ݁. 𖧧 : the tree within

poem - inner child

on one autumn eve

roaming around the park, things seemed to be well enough

though

i could not help, but endure my aching heart,

aching under the starry night

aching…

aching for the little girl awaiting a bright future.

so full of aspirations, dreams that seemed close enough

but she grew older!

blooming lilies, with the scent of rain besides pain

withered her dreams away, out of reach

she never tried again.

all those regrets crossed her mind,

“perhaps for some it’s a waste of time, but for me it meant mere life!”

“oh, will I ever be fine? perhaps even reconcile?” asked she, whose fierce grasp still has got a hold of me.

giving her a long sweet hug lasting an eternity

was the only thing i hangered for.

that, i could never give.

instead, i looked around spotting a tree, resembling that childlike girl living  deep, in the core of me.

perhaps the way umber leaves part that tree, who is in complete solitudness, never soulless

mimiced me..

can you hold on a bit more?

for it may not know, fresh green leaves will appear, come again

bringing hope.

i went ahead to hug my friend

who was In need of love,  presence,

just as much as tenderness.

- astonishing the way warmth overflowed

the once lonely and cold branches that now are bold!

my younger self wept, warm tears of happiness,

hence those dreams she thought were lost,

are rising to ground again

except this time for mere essence.

2025.01.31. - mirella

this is my first attempt writing a poem.. i was rather cautious to share it, however, i’d love to recieve some constructive criticism! (or simply your thoughts and opinion) thank you to everyone reading <3