Blowing memory bubbles in my mind’s eye
The inner child once lost, is now satisfied,
No time for childhood, has long since gone past
Creative play and expressive fun, now a blast,
Lost in the shadows of life’s time and space
Profoundly regained in moments of grace,
Within me again, so proud to loudly report
With no fear of traumas’ outing transport,
Little bubble fae nestled safely in my skin
To love, respect , honor and listen herein,
N’er again will I lose you, nor ignore your cry
Your imaginative spirit gives us the wings to fly.
Processing a splintering of soul, retrieving my four year old self ~ lost and unheard until recently. Photograph of Bubble merged with self-recollected drawing of myself at play with wings of dragonfly (illusions), merged and edited in photoshop7 with lens flares and redfield plug-in fractilius as final filters.