A voice from The Great In-Between speaks.
**'Sometimes my child'**
You just have to hold onto your agonizing cries
And glorious smiles and bury them so deep inside
Even if it makes you feel petrified
**Sometimes my child**
You must choose not to show all those watchful inquisitions parading as friends in public
All your inner vulnerabilities or those dark recollections that might still unfortunately hurt
If they are published
**Sometimes my child**
You have to be like a well-washed seashell and only open up and show those you worship and trust
All your soul's crusades reinforced with anguish
When you can only look them squarely in the eyes
And know they won't sell you out by judging and shattering your well-placed faith when your good name is discussed
That precarious bond of allegiance
They once swore they would always try to uphold until the very day they die
When you finally deemed them virtuous
And invited them to stroll through your worlds of expressions
Painted through words on colourful seashores
As you both walked hand in hand on its beaches with a true everlasting sense of friendship
Sometimes declared openly with a literal roar
**Sometimes my child**
You have to just trust the Painted Words of Intuition more
Copyright John Duffy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem