Death.

Disappointment.

Innocence.

Release.

I be a vision of innocence,

gentle and frail,

like that of petals or moth wings.

I am sheltered from the storms of life.

I never see the outside world,

and I stay their innocent child.

They send me away,

a fatal mistake,

for I am no longer their innocent child.

They sent me out with no knowledge of the world,

I was naked in the light,

no cover,

no armour to protect me,

the harshness of life to pierce my soft gentle skin,

like harmful rays of the sun.

The words,

the gestures,

they dug at me.

I was attacked by what I could not see,

attacked by what I could not comprehend.

They try to tell me,

but I don’t understand.

I ask, but they just laugh at me.

Slowly it came through to me,

slowly I understood.

They helped me see the world,

the way it really is.

Violence, anger, sex, crime,

death, destruction, hate, discrimination,

I finally saw it all,

and in the end it killed me,

killed who I had been sense birth.

The darkness of the real world came to consume me,

I struggled with the truth,

but I was caught,

like a fly in a fly trap,

slowly smothered,

and swallowed into the dark world,

a world that I was still trying to comprehend.

I slipped into the belly of the beast,

slowly pecked apart,

fading into nothingness.

I was ravaged,

I was scared,

the rest of the world seemed to float away,

I couldn’t even recognise myself any more.

I let life slip,

through my fingers like sand and ash.

Innocence gone,

the petals faded and dead,

falling from my pocket,

the powder from the moths wings,

smeared on my hands,

I was the culprit of innocence’s death.

I committed things of dark,

but I still didn’t understand what I was doing.

I must of known life,

but I never knew truth.

But then the door opened,

I saw light!

It wasn’t just my dream!

It was opened by a friend,

I’d been in the darkness so long,

I had forgotten what friends really were.

They opened the door,

and lead me through,

sat me down,

and showed me something that opened my eyes,

like they hadn’t been in two years.

They once again showed me darkness,

but this darkness had a purpose,

had a light.

It explained so much I didn’t understand

and confirmed on things I knew

I was saved by darkness,

that darkness brought me into the light.

I live now with understanding,

an understanding that conquers innocence

I live in the dark,

and bathe in the light.

But when I go home I will be their child,

their child waring the mask of a innocent child,

I’ll be of summer rains and moth wings,

But I’ll no longer be afraid of thunder.