The Child
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merrymuseSunflower with her head up in clouds.
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The Child

I've always held on to the child within me.

Like a porcelain doll that's kept on a pedestal.

Hidden away from prying eyes and hands.

I shielded her from what's out there.

"Don't worry. I'm an adult."

That's what I told her as she ran towards the blurred horizon.

I held on to her tightly to keep her from stumbling.

Those five words echoed within me.

"Don't worry. I'm an adult."

I mumbled, gasping as I found myself drowning.

I looked around, only to see...

The child was floating, reaching out towards me.

"Don't worry. I'm an adult."

But the words rippled and found its way back to me.

Like the sea foam that faded along the shore.

With a smile that didn't really reach her eyes,

She pulled me into the surface.

The child had to stay to show the adult how light the porcelain's heart can be.

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