goodbye is sometimes needed, but not always forever

So true, Lisa! Sometimes we need to pick that internal child back up, send us both on our way. Great read! xox

Oh Lisa….this is simply amazing. So vivid with strength. I have definetly KNOWN this one.
You beautiful talented lady :) You touch my heart xoxo

Amazing piece color with your details that always leave the reader in awe..nice work.

Lisa, your words create such a powerful image here.
the garments of capture
surrendered
splinters of rose
embedded in my soul
release is relief. Sometimes we need to let go and stand strong. Lovely work.

wow, what an image. blowing in her face..love that.
this is elixer to the woman’s soul. like a prayer to self.
beautiful colors.
and heart.
xo

incredibly beautiful

oh my goodness, I think perhaps a journey mothers must take or should!

I think there is a real sense of strength in this, and gosh,
the garments of capture
surrendered
kind of makes my heart sing – evokes something of freedom, flight, purity (for me anyway)
The way you write – so eloquently and elegantly – always lets the reader interpret in their own manner – I don’t find it cryptic, but it is intriguing and kudos to your wordcrafting skill my friend xoxo

I truly personal piece. I felt as if I was intruding on some private grief and was honoured to have been there. Wonderful writing, lisa. Keep it going. Andrew xx

Saould be A truly personal piece.

Incredible. From title to beautifully melancholy ending.
x

Be tender with the inner child. :-) Excellent poem

i think we need to go puddle jumping in the rain lisa….....

Well--as one having been manic all my life, I gave up, at some point, trying to stop my head from thinking (good and bad it was all the same suffering). It was not easy, but after much training in meditation (martial arts—sometimes I would torture myself into fatigue), I finally found I had to give my mind the expansion it was crying for, a direction of thought that allowed for endless, positive growth. It does not do away with the pain and suffering in life, but it does allow me to rise above despite adversity, even that which all processes themselves, no matter how beneficial, are not entirely free. Finally I had to dedicate my life to serving others…and for this I have finally begun to control and realize my higher self.

Releasing that inner self to new freedoms is not an easy thing to do. When the child returns perhaps you could embrace her more readily. You may find her a necessary part of your life then. Awesome write.

Good luck with the release!!! xx

I can’t wait to come to your home.. I am gonna show you how to stop thinking.. I am going to tickle you and love you and pull your hand and take you on a fargen hike .. and then we are gonna cook dinner using ingredients and all that you love… then you are gonna read me some of your happiest poems and then maybe we will read some really sad ones too.. then we will get the best midnight dessert one can get and share it and watch some girlie movie and cry cry cry.. omg.. we are gonna so cry….then exhausted we are gonna pass out in the living room and wake up at 3am and say ohhh shit we need to go to bed.. then we do.. and then we sleep really good.. and the next morning …we do it again!!!!! yahhhhhh… xoxoxoxoxo

I bet she’s playing on the swings of happiness, blowing you fairy kisses and letting you go….for now…...
You have the most beautiful way with words and imagery Lisa…...this one is so full of hope and gives me the feeling of a tendency to put many steps forward, but not too many back…....
Let her play a while :)
xxxxo

I see a “rumble” or is it growing pains?? something has stirred up the red shoes on the yellow brick road….indeed it has made such an impact there be bone fragments scattered…...such a rumble has been high on the emotional richter scale.
What ever the impetus for this it feels to me a confrontation of the self that has wanted to keep that internal child in a safe secure place…but she needs to learn how to grow and circumstances are highlighting that.
As dear as inner child is to all of us….I guess if we keep a part of self cloistered away….in the end we are making a hermit -child who may fall for the sorrow master and want to also have a loan of sorrow. I don’t why but I feel a bittersweet sadness here…..growing pains maybe…. Much love to you for this feelings like a moving forward that was not easy….xoxoxoxo

you know, i have heard a lot of things about the so-called subconscious, which seems to manifest, if at all, as a kind of memory or a kind of melancholy. what if all we are is consciousness and the whole notion of subconsciousness is just a shadow to distract us from being present as we are right now today, this second. the biggest obstacle to being is the memory of past being – does that make sense? the inner child is only a half-memory of something presumed lost – but in truth nothing is lost, nothing is retained – we are an eye moving through time, an antennae for radio signals. but we want a resting-place identity, a kind of grave with perfectly defined features – i think it’s a kind of longing for death that wants that in us. and neither drinking or dancing or puddles can cure it entirely, though they are all gorgeous distractions. maybe the only cure is to let go and freefall. be completely what you are right now and recognise the other as a ghost. just thinking out loud here – your writing always gets the cogs moving! thank you for starting my day on a profound note!

sometimes the inner child has to be left, so other inner parts can have fruitation, maybe that is why you are saying good-bye, beautiful words in this

Locely Lisa! It’s why I like your title so much goodbye is sometimes needed, but not always forever – your inner child is out to play for now, but can come home as needed. You know when it is time. As for a big head – never! You are far too humble and gorgeous a creature for that. Love you xoxo

You’re doing it again, Lisa! Painting pictures in the air with words alone! Love this imagery and the heartbreaking words of the last few lines.

beautiful words lisa…. your best is amazing :)
great work

Ah! wonderful Lisa. I think I shall leave her playing in the forest and paddling in the sea….she will be happy there and I can join her sometimes but I can’t always be her. Much love. xx

I am never going to tell you what to do, how to do it, or to change, because I think that you perfect just the way you are. Sculpted in time and perfected in the struggle of life as is truly is. You words are a real reflection of your truth. As sad as it would be for me to know that you are hurting, you are an alchemist; transmuting pain into silver and gold. How could I wish to make it different? The products of it are always so gorgeous! I know, it’s selfish of me. Lol xxx

Wonderful piece of work Lisa :))

This is very lovely – I’m taking it all in nice and slowly. :)

... oh what a wonderful articulation of an all too familiar battle. The loving soul yearning to share life through each breath, holding on for moments to shine, battered by the everyday, still hoping in a curled up quiver…
...find me again in the shadows, I will not forget your name.

That child is really never gone. This is wonderful.
Sigh… I missed you, Lisa.

Deep and meaningful words Lisa…this one still resonates and touches me

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Beautifully written and so so profound