Demented Confessions 3 – The Red Stool

The Red Stool

Lonely child you were,

is it too late to be your friend?

Selfish child you were,

always wanting what you could not have,

red ball, red stool.

I give them to you today.

 

Pretty child you were,

transformed into an old man now.

Is it too late to fold you into me

and love you for who we are

and who we were

and who we will be?

 

I confess I abandoned you,

I was out of my mind and

you were lost in the mazes of my heart.

I confess I believed

I could walk the years

without you.

 

Art and poem by clinock.

The Red Stool. 10″ x 8″ (25.4 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

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5 thoughts on “Demented Confessions 3 – The Red Stool

    1. Not even ‘maybe’ Robert, it is never too late to embrace one’s inner child if one can accept the vulnerability of the adventure, if one can even remember who one was as a child. It hasn’t been an easy reunion for me but it’s beginning to feel more honest, warm and loving.

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