You were a child, a dreamer
lying in meadow grass,
sunshine, a soft, warm blanket.
You imagined creatures
in the clouds meandering above.
Created stories you kept hidden
for no one you knew understood.
Consequences are learned early
when everyone forgets you’re a child.
You withdrew instead of emerging.
You practiced self-protection instead of risk.
You tamped down imagination.
for no one you knew understood
Relearning a child’s wonder is hard
as an adult, when you’re out of practice
and folded inward like a tulip bud.
You keep baby steps to yourself.
Create silently, quietly, blindly
always protectively alone
for no one you know will understand.