I promised…someone or something,
perhaps a relative,
or my Grandad lost in spirit.
God or the devil,
or earth’s spirits maybe,
or it could even have been
the clouds as they skipped merrily
on by. I promised….Someone,
No matter my age;
no matter my dress,
I would never truly leave behind
my inner child.
I would never forget the sky as I swung higher
and higher a swarm of fear
igniting throughout my soul screaming for release as my feet
push out as my knees pull under as the clouds become closer,
the sun warms my face….I promised…myself perhaps…
even grown up shoes are made to be slipped off so as to feel the earth between our toes.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Image Karen Hayward ©2017