Far From The Sight | A Journey With The Inner Child | A Poetry Of Being Found

Some poems don’t ask to be written—they just arrive. Quietly, slowly, from a place inside we don’t always visit. This is one of those poems.

It came from that small, tender space we all carry somewhere inside us. The space where the inner child still lives—the one who once believed someone would come. Someone strong, kind, and certain. Someone to take their hand, walk beside them, and lead them through the storm.

This poem is about that child. The one who still waits.

Even after all the growing up, all the knowing better.

Even after learning that sometimes… no one comes.

It’s about the quiet kind of heartbreak—the kind that doesn’t scream or shatter, but just stands there, holding on, hoping. Still.

And maybe if you're here, reading this, you know that feeling too. Maybe a part of you has been standing in that same place.

This poem is for that part.

The soft, forgotten one.

Still waiting. Still believing. Still looking for the hand that never came.

Let me take you into this quiet space—this poetic feeling.

✨Poetry - Far From The Sight✨

Far from the sight,

Far from the real,

Far from the truth,

I see a little girl—

Standing alone

In the meadows,

Looking up

At the wild sky.

Thunder growls.

Clouds roll heavy and dark.

The storm is coming.

Still, she stands.

 

Far from the sight,

That little girl—

Fists clenched tight,

As if inside her hands

She holds a seed,

A trembling thing—

A little hope.

 

Far from the sight,

She waits.

So small.

So afraid.

Waiting for a superhero

To come

And carry her away.

 

And I’m wandering,

Because who will tell her?

Who—

Who will tell her

That this is just the illusion of dawn,

That the storm is not waiting.

It’s already here.

And she is standing

Right in the middle of it.

 

The finger she wants to hold—

It’s not there.

And I—

I am far.

Too far to offer it.

 

Far from the sight,

I can still see

That little girl.

In all of us, there is a quiet child who waits—sometimes in hope, sometimes in silence. This poem is a reminder of that delicate part of ourselves that holds onto belief, even when the world feels heavy and the storms feel endless.

Though no one may come to carry us away, there is strength in simply standing, breathing, and facing the storm. Healing often begins with noticing that child inside, offering patience and gentle kindness.

If this poem has stirred something within, may it be a soft invitation to hold onto hope, even in the darkest moments. To remember that every small seed of faith, no matter how fragile, carries the possibility of light.

You are not alone. You are seen. You are enough.

I hope this poetry touches you in some way. I’d love to hear your thoughts—please feel free to share your reflections or feelings in the comments below.

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