The crayons and paper
Sat before her
To play, she was told
She sat, unsure
Could she explore?
Or would she have the crayons snatched away by Russell with freckles
who jeered and laughed
Should she hold the crayons closer, tighter to her chest?
Should she shut off emotions and let them be stolen, as she had before, and become more numb?
Should she stand her ground, raise to her feet and proclaim a strong ‘no’?
Should she quit imagining scenarios of him all together and get lost in the waxy scenes?
Could her eyes light up
Could she giggle
Could she place the blue crayon back in the box and slide out the red?
Could she draw swirls and feel spun
Could she draw steps and climb
Could she touch clouds and feel their coolness
Draw shapes in their doughyness with her finger
And float into stories of beach combing
Running away with the pirate, rich with swagger and gold
Being the beauty fought for and won
Long curls pinned back with combs
While wind blows across her neck
Chin pointed to the sky
Sun warming her eyelids
Sea spraying upwards
This was a poem I wrote that was some inner child work, much like my poem “The Warrior and the Dandelion Queen”. I enjoy writing from a childhood perspective, letting my self be swept up in the adventure, joy, fun and wonder.
In this poem, I start hesitant, thinking about all the things that could go wrong based on an experience of past pain. But then, I decide to put that down. It’s amazing what’s possible when we set down the past hurts and allow ourselves to try again, and soar! Pick up your crayons and play today!