The Child We Once Were Sure

#Dedication to the child in us all — unknown realization came like an old friend today, thought to share with you all.

Beneath the stretch of city lights,
A child stood still, her eyes alight.
The JBR Walk, so loud, so bright,
Yet she found magic in the night.

But deeper still, beyond her gaze,
A mirror forms in life’s brief haze.
For every step that draws us near,
We meet a self we hold so dear.

The child within, so long concealed,
By time and age, by wounds unhealed.
Yet moments come, like this, so pure,
That call the child we once were sure.

The laughter, light, the circus glow,
Reminds us of what we used to know —
To dream, to hope, to touch the sky,
To never fear, to always try.

And in these glimpses, fleeting, rare,
We meet ourselves, stripped back and bare.
No masks, no weight, no world-worn guise,
Just longing wonder dancing in our eyes.

The years may pass, the grown may ache,
But deep within, a heart will wake.
In joy’s soft spark, in love’s embrace,
The child returns, takes up her place.

So cherish these moments, hold them tight,
When life lets us shed the endless fight.
For in the glow of the circus’ hue,
We find the child we always knew.