I open and close.
The sun doesn't determine when I do.
I haven't quite figured out what does.
I have been locked.
I am still closed.

If I could forever be the loving child.
Unhibited. Honest. Assured. Free.
My little girl is loving.
She will knock you over with love and
embrace you before you have the chance to fall.
She will hold you in calm but not for long.
Her heart will call and quickly she will follow.
She comes and goes, kisses and runs.
She smiles, laughs, and sees.
Why do I lock her up inside?

In the dark room she does not cry.
My little girl is strong.
She always finds the hidden window.
The instant she climbs out, I am Love.
She runs wildly through the grass
Runs so fast she falls to her knees,
tilts her head back and breathes.

She escapes and then I am relieved.
If she runs too far I grow anxious.
Fearfully, I run after her.
My legs are longer.
Closer and closer, the faster I breathe.
Finally, I catch her.
By the hand, I drag her back
to where she does not belong.
To where my lungs do not expand
and my heart does not beat.

True me is Love.
True me is the little girl.
Only few know the little girl.
I wish all could know the True me.