The Changling Child

The Changling Child

A Poem by Janna Ruusuvuori

For those lost souls who need a place to call their own until the day hand on heart does lay.

We came with sorrow in our hearts
Full of sadness and broken parts
Our bodies torn in pieces
Souls crumpled in a thousand creases

From a shattered looking glass
Beyond the endless darkend pass
Our world enshrouded in thorn
Feeling its sting as we walk abandoned and forlorn

I am a changling child
Wishing to be free and wild
Yet as an orphan cast aside
Always seeking a place safe to hide

We are called many a name
By those who find others to blame
For our shadows are grey and hollow
And the bitter pill we do swallow

A changling child will learn one day
How to make their own way
In the dark, the grey and the light
When looking up at the stars at night

Our true name comes from within
Though others will not us believe in
Nature's power comes in time
When want and will rhythm and rhyme.

© 2014 Janna Ruusuvuori

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I read through this poem multiple times, simply because I enjoyed reading it. I like the way you write.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Janna Ruusuvuori

7 Years Ago

Thank you. That is so nice to know.

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Added on September 24, 2014
Last Updated on September 24, 2014
Tags: changling, star, dark, path, long, road, hollow, sorrow


Janna Ruusuvuori
Janna Ruusuvuori


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