Little Spirit

a poem about finding childlike joy

And if I ever feel this way again

let it resound for a thousand miles and a thousand more years

echoing from a little spirit I used to call my own.

And to think, it never quite left me

the world transformed my soul into a whisper

that I still hear every once in a while 

reminding me that I am allowed to be loud

to create my own shift.

And if I ever  feel this way again

I'll nurture it until my very last breath

and the day I die will not be full of loss, wondering what could have been

because I created more from 

what was left of me