Once I was an ugly child

I lived with my shoulders hanging low.
My feet felt no steady ground.
My toes, my legs, my belly an nose.
Just overall too pink and round.

But when I cried and yelled at it:
,,Go leave and SET ME FREE!“
The ugly child stayed by my side.
It stayed there right with me.

But when I tried to hold it tight
And knew it fear is mine,
It fell asleep and vanished
until another time.

Hallo Booklies,

mir gefällt deine Idee. Hier ist ein etwas gediegeneres Metrum, nimm, was dir hilft!

I wandered with a heavy heart,
each step unsure, a weary bound.
from toes to nose, in every part,
too round and pink, no peace I found.

But when I cried, my voice so clear,
“Be gone, and set my spirit free!”
That sullen child, is drawing near,
stayed close, a shadow next to me.

But in my arms, I held it close,
embraced its fears and made them mine.
in gentle sleep, it found repose,
till next it wakes in twilight's shine.

Your work is a bit like:


And I adore Clare.

KR

Wunderbar!! So klingt es fast wie ein Wiegenlied, sehr viel eleganter. Ich brauch noch etwas Kantiges für das hässliche Kind.. Mal sehen, ob es sich verbinden lässt.

Aber ich liebe was du daraus gezaubert hast!