Ink Stained Soul…

Why do we lose our child like wonder?
Magic lived in those moments.
Running as fast as you could.
Skipping and twirling around.
Playing in the sunshine.
Becoming a mermaid, a pirate, crawling through the woods facing combat.
Making mud pies or painting with different colors from rocks and materials you collect.
Trusting your instincts and feeling fearless.
Dancing in the rain and jumping in puddles.
Letting the grass and clouds take you to different realms of imagination.
Talking to trees and animals.
Where did we lose it?
Like so many things I can not accept this as my fate.
And so I allow that part of myself to live again.