Set My Children Free

Set My Children Free

By Tony DeLorger © 2011


I look in the mirror and wonder what’s inside of me,

what lives within me that I don’t recognise, don’t accept.

How I appear to others may be very different to what I see,

perhaps even a fragment of me, or worse a deception.


Perhaps my inner child lives in a torturous prison,

unable to find voice, buried under a blanket of life’s anguish.

Perhaps they are many, my children, each a past strife,

a pain unrecognised, reaping havoc in the world.


Does this me know of my deception, my dream of normality,

when I am but a pawn to this inner self, my authentic self.

My tantrums, my anger, my lack of fun now depicts me,

as the child that was left wanting.


I see me, my face a remnant of my child, old and wilting,

Yet all my children gather like some picketing protest.

Perhaps they can live no more within the bounds of me,

unheard, unrecognised and weary of their tomb.


I long to talk to them, to stroke their brow and give comfort,

let them cry their tears dry, and fulfil their freedom.

I wish them peace and the childhood they deserve,

and bid them sleep, to wake under the warm sun, delivered.

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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for your comment, thesailor.


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thesailor 5 years ago from Seven Seas

Let it out, Sir Tony. Let it out. The pain will ebb and set you from the prison of childhood. I share your sentiment because I still cannot forget my childhood, too. The memories are too vivid to forget.


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Its a valid therapy, actually. Read last article 'The Children Within' It's very revealing and worth considering. Thanks RB


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Interesting idea. Don't think I want to believe all my untraveled paths are crying children. Think of the noise. Wonder if I could let them all out to play at once... that would be a wild life and someone might get arrested. Enjoyed this :)

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