There's a child inside, no matter the age,
Even as we grow, through life's endless stage.
Though we mature and we try to be strong,
The child remains in silence, where we belong.
It's the burst of laughter when we do not try,
The dreams that take flight with no limit, it doesn't die.
In moments of peace, in the simplest of sights,
It dances with joy, the joy of gentle lights.
But not for all, this child will appear,
Only with those who make us feel safe and near.
No need for masks or need of a guise,
With them, we can be without disguise.
So when you are playful, or goofy,
That is not weakness, it's where we meant to be.
It means your soul finds comfort and care,
In a space where you are safe, none to compare.
Treasure the ones who let you be free,
Who reminds you life's not just what we see..
Beneath all the weight, behind grown up faces,
There is a heart that still seeks joy in small places.
Sometimes we need to let that child play,
To heal, to laugh, to dream, to brighten our way.
So hold these close who help you see,
That the child inside is still part of me.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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