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.
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.
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.
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.
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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