SPIRIT WE ONCE HAD

The life of
most adult,
plagued with
ego, grudges, hatred,
possessing our free spirit,
choreographing our
movement towards unforgiveness,
incarcerating our hearts,
locking our souls
in a dark void
where the mirror
reflects not,
lets reason together,
reminiscing in a twinkle
while we were little children
young at heart we were,
we will see hands,
images of little ones
Innocently cloth
in forgiveness,
hands extending
in humility
to embrace the people
we grudge and hate,
that’s the free spirit
we once had,
now lost,
and i hope we find
it again,
only when we take
on the heart of
a child.