It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for fun. This particular piece was inspired by a prompt: Vulnerable. Hope you like it. (Maybe one day I’ll pull my poems into a book?? Hmm.
The Child Inside
It’s what we build thick walls to hide; we wake up every day and put on our armor.
It’s the small child inside us.
It’s that feeling you get when the power goes out and all you have is a flashlight.
We are our own body guard
Our own vault
Trying to stash away what others could use against us.
That’s no way to live…Is it?
To live is to take chances
To make mistakes
To get a little messy
And sometimes, let people get to that soft spot, that child
Because not everyone is out there to hurt you
Because some people are worth the risk.