Moonchild Monologues

When my path crosses with another who stirs the ancient psalms and sacred symphonies,

buried under the childhood gravity enclosed by thoracic cages and wingless bird.
I was taken aback. 
I keep these sacred, broken, damaged inner child parts of my soul so well hidden, 
the mere glimpse from another heralds a tsunami of enlightenment.
If I’m healing,
The other trying to refuse confrontation of the pain held away,
Cannot blend.
Nor hide.
Or lie.
You know the other one who pretends.
They hide in the very place you do.
You can perceive the lie, for you once lived one to
Moonchild Monologue