All Grown-up

0 Comments

All Grown-up

It may seem
that I am extreme,
because in fact I am.
But there's a part of me,
as yet unseen,
that is like a little lamb.
That vulnerable side
I seek to hide
is offering you a view.
So you can see be you drawn
or shyed, the little girl I have inside,
who's peeking out at you.
Don't get me wrong.
You won't see her for long.
She knows she's no longer a child.
The woman you see,
more often than she
is also quite carefree and wild.
A challenge for you.
I could never be meek,
and you couldn't describe me as mild.
I've a really strong shield,
not likely to yield 
my inner child's innocent heart.
But please don't forget
the little girl my friend,
even unseen she is there.
We are really quite easy to please
in the end.
We just need to know that you care. 

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

jewelsunderfire’s Poems (2)

Title Comments
Title Comments
All Grown-up 0
Failed Conscience 1

jewelsunderfire’s Friends (2)