Dear you,
I hope you survive
The sudden segue of seasons
And the soft stabs of the prickly barbs beneath your chin.
I hope you shoulder more dreams than burdens
On your newly broadened shoulders.
Also, I hope your joy-tinged voice,
Is not swallowed by the hoarse croak
That ushers you into manhood.
I hope you still float freely in the realm of imagination,
Where the fetters of reality can never bind your feet.
And I hope you still soar on the wings of blissful fantasies
Finally meet the man in the moon,
Smile back at the smiling sun
And dance with stars.
And even when storms come your way
I hope you never forget to dance in the rain
And chase the rainbows in their aftermath.
Dear inner child,
I hope this letter finds you well.
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This Poem was published in the June 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
Read – Inner Child – A Poem by Inioluwa Oladimeji – Nigeria
