That Little Girl Inside of Me - Part 2

That Little Girl Inside Of Me

That little girl inside of me

It might be time to set her free.

But ‘twill not be done so easily

For she is such a part of me.

That little girl, so sad, bereft, alone.

Thoughts of her are all I’ve known.

My heart’s been heavy, as if ‘twere stone.

And if I free her, won’t I be alone?

That little girl, I think she knows.

I sense her standing, up on her toes,

Peeking out in ribbons and bows.

So I guess I’ll free her, since she knows.

It’s time, my girl—myself, to fly.

To reach on upward, oh so high.

And let go the past, with just  a sigh.

To the sky, my girl—myself, go fly.

. . . . . . . .Carolyn Watt, February 8, 2011