Poetry and Other Writings

~~battles of an innocent child~~

a child, an innocence removed

left the soul; escaping away

dissociated captivity approved

awaken from a chaotic night

screams riveting as echoes

in a fearful mind set in plight

nightmare after nightmare flee

shudder among goose bumps

rippling across a little ole me

shadowy faces, darkened eyes

haunting from a troubled past

throbbing, sobbing, deep sighs

as we fight for our humanity

like the soldiers of any war

battling against the evil enemy

©Copyright 15 February 2009

MahTame

lil me

lil me

a nobody

in the midst

of the company

lil girl

is invisible

and alone

life has been a whirl

lil kid

saddened look

sets upon thy

face you wish you hid

lil child

barely noticed

quiet and still

inner self felt wild

lil me

watching from

wee eyes

ready to live and let be

©Copyright 13 August 2008

MahTame

“Come, Come”

Come speak softly unto mine ear

Tell of ancient castles of Ireland ‘n

Enchanted gardens of far and near

Come gently into mine night dream

Show treasures of gold, pearls, ‘n

Rubies and emeralds of shiny beam

Come dance the fairy lilt unto mine

Delightful imagination; daintily step

Across moonbeams and starlit shine

‘Come, come’ sayeth mine inner child

Into the rivers of golden pink sunsets

‘Let’s live freely amidst the flora wild’

©Copyright 04 April 2008 MahTame

little innocences

What causes one to take flight of reality?

What triggers happened so great to flee?

They say it’s in our minds’ survival plan

It’s what we automatically use to just be

Little innocence shattered in the night

Or into the day; fly away to the unknown

Shattered and torn, small hearts and soul

These are the uglies we all want to disown

©Copyright 03/04/2008 MahTame

personal photo All Rights Reserved

Dedicated to the Child

If I was born

With no hands

Or no feet

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born

With a cleft lip

And cleft palate

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born mute

Or deaf or blind or both

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born male

But really was to be female

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born female

But suppose to be male

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born with a one

Green eye and one brown

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born bowlegged

Or couldn’t walk at all

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born as a prodigy

Or as an idiot-savant

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born autistic

Or had downs syndrome

Would you still love me?

Or would you leave me?

If I was born and you

Hated me for whatever reason

Would you learn to love me?

Or would you abandon, abuse, or kill me?

©Copyright 01/25/2008 MahTame

© 05/30/2007 Melanie C. Campos 

Inner Child

Inner child of thine and mine

Learning its ok to be free

Will they ever leave us as

The adult learns to cope?

Or will they hang loose

And stay awhile, or indefinite

As long as we need them?

Will the little boy forever

Live in fear from the meanies?

Will the little girl forever

Shy from the creepy creeps?

Where will they retreat to when

Their adult self learns to be

Wild, silly, and carefree?

Do we truly believe that

“It’s never too late to have

A happy childhood?” or

Will we run far away into the

Safe, deep abyss of our minds?

Will our little selves in adult bods

Allow fun, creativity, and play?

© 05/29/2007 Melanie C. Campos