Hopeful Child

The child in me is alive and expectant
What a pleasant and torturous feeling is anticipation
She told me she’d take me to a candy shop
Full of sweet and colourful things
She’d show me the gate to an unexplored land
And even hand me the key.
A new world of possibilities
A new chance to love
Anticipation. I don’t know
If this is the Miracle I’ve been dreaming of
But the child in me doesn’t stop hoping.