Inner Child {part Two} Poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

In the blinding light of midday, I walk a busy sidewalk.
I am in a crowd, yet I walk alone.
I see my reflection in widows I walk by, my figure stretched by Imperfect ripples within the panes.
How odd that I just now realize how alike I am to these panes.
Choices and events caused me to buckle and bend,
Shaping who I am now.
Nevertheless, I find myself asking the same question I asked
My mirror reflection:
Who is the person I see now?
I still remember learning to speak, to draw, and to read.
I still hear the laughter, here in this city far from my home.
I can still remember my home, regal pines and sheltering aspens,
All whispering their stories to me.
I can still smell the juniper bush, and taste the Indian Candy flower
Upon my tongue.
Where have those days gone?