The other me

Who are you girl?
I don't remember you.

You're between 17 and 24 years old.
How do you make your decision?
How do you feel?
Do you feel?

I cannot remember you.
It's as if you didn't live.
Yet I know you had a life.
You had activities, friends, studies, work....

I know what happened at 17.
At 17 you turned the switch off.
A debilitating pain threatened to immobilize you.
You decided to not feel and push yourself forward.
You stopped feeling the pain.
I think you stopped feeling altogether.

And forward you went.
And further you travelled.
Till the pain caught up on you,
And it slowed you down.

Your pace stopped being so decided.
You started wandering.
You started wondering.

Then a crack appeared in your thick stone wall...

And the light burst in,
And the pain poured out,
And you started to feel again.

Your life transformed.
I know the rest.

But you...
Who are you?

Oh child

Oh child
So full of wonder,
So full of life.

Absorbed by the world around you.
There is so much to see,
There is so much to do,
There is so much to try.

Absorbed by the world within you.
I see you pause and immerse in a million thoughts.
Your dark eyes grow darker,
And the thoughts race in your head.
Maybe you try to grasp reality,
Maybe you just made a connection,
Or maybe you just had a new idea.

Your desire is so pure.
So undiluted.

No hesitation.
No judgment.
No shame.

It's just you.
It's just your nature.

Most often you are a child.
But sometimes you are an adult.
An adult infant.

Whenever I get the chance to witness you,
I cannot help but cry.
Something about you deeply moves me.
Yet I don't know why.

I feel love.
The kind of love that wants to care, protect and watch-over.
So that you may forever stay a child.
Forever what I cannot be.
Forever unbridled.
Forever unbroken.

Yet your life has not been easy.
I think you were broken too.
But you decided to stay in the moment before
Forever before
Forever unbroken

Forever a child.