My childhood self
sat alone and afraid
at the bottom of a
deep, dark cave

She had no ability
to save herself
She was small, vulnerable
Unaware of options

I knew she was there
I was aware I could save her
I understood I was the only person
Who could rescue her

I stood at the cave’s mouth
Faced the darkness
Ignored my fear of snakes
Prayed for God’s help

I strode with confidence
Down the narrow path
Fortified by a sense of
Spiritual strength

The way was long
The path steep
The air grew colder
But I had no fear

I reached the cave’s bottom
Saw my child self huddled in the corner
Pulled her into my arms
And marched up into the light

Holding that trembling little girl
I brought her to a safe place
A sunny spot near a babbling brook
Where she and I now often go to play