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Oh, sweet child...
the days you didn't want to get up from bed? the nights you spent crying your heart out? Your anxiety and all your fears?
Oh, sweet child...
Always with your nose in a book, dreaming with your eyes wide open... Hopping for a happy future, waiting for all the pain to go away...
Oh, my sweet child...
The day has come. The day when you no longer find shelter in the pages of a book or love in your imagination.
Oh, my sweet sweet child
Today's the day when you are just happy to exist and I am so glad you have gotten here
You were once a broken child,
and now a beautiful butterfly.
Comments (5)
I love this. I growing up being told one thing by the adults and seeing differently as I grew.
However, at the age of 15 while on a camping trip I saw things others have forgotten. To make it simple, nature provided me a glimpse into an unseen world only heard about in children's books. At first I didn't believe what I had seen until I woke up beside a flowing river. I've never slept walked in my entire life until that moment. But it wasn't only that.
I wrote a poem a year prior and that what drew me into the world. I've told others but they couldn't believe it and I never understood.
But you see, we grew up around alcohol and a lot of us were exposed to that early. As I grew every one say it was the drugs or the alcohol but I knew what I was seeing and my grandmother proved it to me by telling me some stories from our Native culture. After seeing the look in her eyes ing things that happened in her youth, I knew what I experienced was real.
As I grew older, I graduated hs and college thinking it would end. But again, I would hike and still camp and would experience the people while out on my own. You see, while my friends were busy with parties and drinking, I would go hiking and I started to camp on my own. Now, the adults would warn me not to go on my own but I knew from my grandmother how to behave and what to do when I found the little people.
Now of course every one would think I was lying and tryna pull pranks. Until my nephew was born.
As a baby I noticed he would my feet and around my shoulders and I used to wonder what he saw but at the same time knew what he was seeing. Then his brothers were born then their sister and each of them would look at my feet or shoulders.
At different times for each they have asked about what they saw. So I told them. The looks on their faces told me they were seeing the same things I was. As they got older, life happens and sometimes they stay with us. So I knew I had to protect this belief we all have as children and that adults lose because life happens. To others, it's still the same response, oh it's the drugs or some other variation.
But I've protected that part of myself since then and I hope, when I have kids, they get to experience the little people as we did.
There was a moment that happens to each of us when we age around 17 or 18 and that's becoming adults. It's said in the Bible (can't the verse or maybe it's what the adults say to us) to put away childhood things. That is time to grow up and stop acting like children. I've always protected that part of me because I also learnt that adults don't always know what's right.
Reply to: JB
In college, I've spent numerous nights talking to others about these things, even recounting their experiences.
There was this mountain called the Sandias near this college that numerous people have gotten lost and yet I would hike and explore this place on my own or with gf's. They would always be afraid but I trusted in the things I was taught and shown.
Every time I took a step into a forest or on a mountain, I would give offerings of food, water and corn pollen to ask for safe travels. Others looked at that as strange but it's what I was taught to do.
Most would say that what I've experienced was the paranormal. Yet for me, there was no danger if I followed what my grandmother taught me. But let's be real, the world is full of danger and yet there are tales that talk of supernatural experiences, I mean there were numerous books I read as a kid about these things and how the people involved had shown respect to what they saw and returned safely.
I just saw a book a friend posted that I reading. Yeah, I was a nerd that took full advantage of any and all libraries.
That was because I needed to know if others had ever experienced anything similar. I ate these books up, usually checking out 5 or 6 different books that caught my attention.
Reply to: JB
This is the book I'm referring to seeing last night. I reading these as a kid. And years later experiencing these kind of things in college because the dorms had several tragedies happen as well as around the campus which was originally a boarding school. But it was also the surrounding land around the campus that also held onto the spirits of people because before there were apartment buildings and businesses, it was a trailer park and most of them were outside of the town so police weren't always quick to arrive. Just look at abandoned hospitals, morgues, asylums and so forth. Those energies don't just disappear especially if of the horrible circumstances involved.
Reply to: JB
The novel I'm writing is based on some of these experiences. It's called A Summer's Trip. It's based on the sleep walking I mentioned above and the camping trip I took at the age of 15. It started off with a poem I wrote called When I Wish Upon a Falling Star, then another titled The Same Place ending with A Piece of Heaven.
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I'm still writing it than revising parts that come later on. It's about this fairy who overheard me writing a poem by the light of the moon. There's so many aspects of this story that at once point, I felt something pushing back as I wrote. One of these days I'll post more of my writings because this just interested me again the more I talk.
There's so much more and amino only let's me post 3000 words a reply. I could go on and on, especially the short stories based off my dreams during this time.