Once A Child


Once a bully, he chastises at will

Though eagerly wanting more

There is no limit and no fill

Completed, he’s out of the door


She’s a fairy, a real dreamer

Looking for life so pretty

She will be crushed but cannot change

Finished, her life’s but a pity


Reclused, withdrawn, within himself

So young to be faced with derision

Held in place from within and without

Arrayed, it wasn’t his decision


And so the children are formed by day

Their minds and opinions steadied

Too young to understand their roles

Too early in life, not so readied


The mind of a child, so open and free

Many times closed by other’s opinions

Stunted and turned within

Not by conscious decisions


Like the child, to enter Heaven

The mind must be free to explore

Open to all that can be seen

Without a confronting door


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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