Yield, Her Inner Child

by Harshita das aged 13

Her goals, once as attainable as clouds; she can reach with planes
The fields are like specks from the mountains she scales
Buildings are tall as the clouds; heights of which she had dreamt
Only distractions will now allow her to fail

She wears all black; a funeral for fierce fears
Suitcase in hand; she hopes she will come back to the green fields
And finally, she understands adults; understands grim smiles and strained talks
She knows distrust and betrayal; her inner child will yield

But I am sure, it will never go away

3 Responses to “Yield, Her Inner Child”

  • Roger Stevens

    Excellent, especially second verse. I changed title, hope that was what you meant.
    And I don’t think you should have clouds in both verse one and three.

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  • Harshita Das

    Thank you so much!! I’ll keep it in mind about the clouds next time. Perhaps I could replace it with “as tall as the skies”?

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  • Roger Stevens

    Yes, that would be good. It’s often good not to repeat words.

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