Those generational ghosts you bring forward;
Those in your own heart and mind which no Longer
We are teaching children to fear them.
We are born fearless.
We are born fresh and
We are born free of past regrets.
Do not dump your unhealed bits on them, the Children.
Lessons abound from the past. Still, let us refrain from planting our pain in the child’s heart.
I sense you but I know
From which direction.
All around me it seems.
Waste no time in learning your lessons this journey
You promised you would find me
Where are you now?
I run knowing I must
Go to the river
There i submerge myself completely
Someday the same water that touches
Will in someway
On it goes,
And on and on.
Whether raindrop, river or ocean
It makes its way to you;
As will my heart.