wishing I could write like a child, to speak truth and have no fear;
see throughinnocent eyes in a playground of the small things
but not small thoughts to limit imagination.
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1 - i like the 2nd stanza; doubly good. " adulthood's heavy the price." ...do you need " the" here? " still doors do open like a flower, fragile and tenuous and I venture out in to the sunlight and freedom; trying to keep the window of imagination open " good! [ i'm glad to see all is not gloom & doom! :) ]
though a thin beam of purity making the heart skip, I delve deep into imagination's cupboard looking for inspiration in a world gone cold, strait jacketed and evermore contracted. yet there in the bottom of the box, I find, like Pandora, a jewel called hope.....so touching and impressive. A brilliant poem on hope nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.
2 - I don't recall " hope" in the Pandora's Box. ok, i just read a Wikipedia article about P's box/jar. what got out of the jar was not good; some say " hope" was all that was left in the box when it was closed by P. bri :)