The Seas of My Soul

I sit in despair, my inner child screaming for expression.

She sits in my soul, shaking with excitement to play pretend. To grow and learn the world around her.

Somewhere I forgot to look, while playing my self. Distracted in my gloom instead of the beautiful world she sees.

I carefully grab the utensils needed for her to finally feel at home. Carefully placing them in our play corner.

We trip and fall into our inner being. Streaks of color in everything we see.

I watch as she draws. Little splashes of color here and there. Something she sees daily as I work for our new life.

To me it looks like specks. For her it is expression of self. The full creation of who she wanted to be.

Relearning colors and how the brushes flow with each stroke. They slide and glide like an amusement park ride.

It’s beautiful to see the way she thinks of me. Strong and powerful, sweet and secure.

Colors I would have never grabbed, without the help from her. Changing my 3-D view of life into something much deeper and vivid.

Although the picture is gone, the momory remains the same. Securing myself and my surroundings to know I am the colors I see.

I love the way she feels when she’s free.